#CEILING why are rules weird

[thatoneluckybee]

...was anyone going to tell me that "rolling your eyes" was just. looking up briefly while someone is speaking or was i supposed to know that—

[sastielsfandom]

Learning more about your mental illnesses is just like oh, so that wasn't just a random quirk, huh.

[sweetshuga]

Roommates ✧ CS [Finale]

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

roomie!chris! Finding the truth about your roommate—his dirty little secrets.

Everything went back to normal after your confrontation. You decided to forget about it all and go on about your day without thinking about the weird feelings you had developed.

Even so, you couldn’t ignore the way he would look at you sometimes – like he was checking you out – which the rational part of your brain kept telling you it was just your imagination and that you were delusional.

All the ground rules swirled in your mind like a broken record.

You can’t help but feel a small twinge of guilt when you remembered all the times you’ve broken the rules—without him knowing.

Rule number 1: Do not fall for each other.

You felt that spark you shouldn’t have felt.

Rule number 2: Do not invade each other’s privacy.

You eavesdropped his alone time.

Rule number 3: Do not touch each other’s belongings.

You took his camo tee.

Rule number 4: Don’t invite guests over after dark.

You let your friend come over despite it being late.

Rule number 5: Respect each other’s boundaries.

You went into his room while he was out.

Rule number 6: Do not lie to each other.

You lied through your teeth about not knowing where his camo tee was.

Rule number 7, the final rule: Clean up after yourself.

The final rule is the only one you haven’t broken yet, what to say, you were a bit of a clean freak after all. Chris, too, always kept his room tidy and cleaned after himself around the dorm.

𓆩♡𓆪

One evening, as you lounged on the couch, you felt a sudden feeling in your gut. You tried to shrug it off, thinking it was just a light stomach ache, but the feeling didn’t go away, only worsened.

Annoyed, you stood up—determined to get rid of the feeling. And as you walked, you couldn’t help but peek into Chris’ room; he had gone out.

Your stomach churned with nerves as you slowly let yourself in his room, yet again. You had broken the rule already, it wouldn’t hurt to break it again, right?

Your gaze landed on his bedside drawer, curiosity sparked within you as you took subconscious steps towards it. You wanted to know if that thong was still inside the drawer you previously found it in, and there it was, the same peach coloured frilly lacy thong.

You let out a small gasp as you checked the size and brand—it was without a doubt yours. You stared at the scrunched up fabric in your hands, questions flooded your head, the loudest one being, "why?" You echoed your thoughts out loud.

Looking around his room, you stood up, the thong clutched in your hands as you hesitantly opened his closet—only to find various polaroids of you and a few more of your lingerie.

The sight was almost too much to handle and you closed his closet, leaning against it, you murmured quietly, "what the fuck..." Confusion etched on your features.

You took a deep breath and turned around, facing the closet door once again and opened it. Crouching down as you inspected the polaroids. They were of you sleeping, looking away, cooking– he had taken them when you weren’t looking or paying attention.

"Jesus..." You breathed out, "what is all this?" Your hands reached for the lingerie. Pink lacy thongs, blue frilly ones, black g-strings—every one of them yours.

𓆩♡𓆪

Closing his bedroom door, you headed straight into your room. You plopped on your bed – looking up at the ceiling – with a drop in your gut. You only now knew who you were living under a roof with. A sick fucker, disguised by his good looks and innocent behaviour.

Despite your thoughts and the fright you felt, there was a small smile on your face—as if you were relishing in the newfound attention.

You weren’t as scared as you should’ve been, instead, his obsession with you seemed to make your heart race, in a sick, twisted way.

𓆩♡𓆪

When Chris arrived back to the dorm, he noticed that his room door was slightly ajar, and as he entered it, his heart dropped to the floor.

The things he so desperately wanted to hide – his dirty little secrets – were scattered all across his bed and floor. Lingerie and Polaroids adorning his once tidy room.

His heart raced with fear and excitement as he looked back at your bedroom door, closed but with a note stuck on it.

"I know."

𓆩♡𓆪

Rule number 7: Clean up after yourself.

You had left it messy, on purpose.

𓆩♡𓆪

rule. 1 2 3 4 5 6 Origin

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note. English is not my first language—if you didn't catch on with my poor vocabulary and writing skills.

Isa's notes. This is the last part of the blurb series! But spoiler? I'm writing the full length fanfic to the series! Dunno when I'll finish it, let's just say I got a writers block kinda situation going on right now, sucks ass but yeah... At least this one is the longest in the series. And as much as I want to continue this series, the rules are limited sooo... Here we are, saying goodbye to roomie!chris, for now ♡

Also, the fact that the blurb series started off with a cute little fluff kinda thing to this? Plot twist hoes 😋

Taglist: @certified-sturniolo @sturnioloszn @ashlishes @slut4brunettes @wpcne8sr @ribread03 @poolover123 @h3arts4nat @freakbob15

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

© sweetshuga

[steddiealltheway]

Steve lays in his bed with thoughts of Eddie in the boathouse. For some reason, he wants to go to him. Hell, he knows he probably can't sleep, and they need him as well rested as they can so he can stay on alert through this whole hunt the freak thing.

Plus, a small part of him knows what it's like to be stuck with your thoughts late at night after dealing with the Upside Down shit. And it's not pleasant. Especially alone.

Another part of him knows that Dustin would never be okay if something happened to Eddie after they told him things would be fine.

But things will be fine. Especially if Steve goes to the boathouse and keeps watch for part of the night.

He throws on some more layers and grabs a protein bar for Eddie before driving that way, trying not to get too weirded out by the concept of him hanging out with Eddie "The Freak" Munson.

Hopefully this time he won't be threatened with that damn broken bottle.

He pulls up a little ways away from Reefer Rick's place and parks before grabbing his nail bat and creeping his way to the shed. He rounds the side toward the door and knocks lightly, whisper yelling, "Eddie! It's Steve! Open up!"

He waits a few moments before sighing and raising his voice. "I'm opening the door. Just don't kill me."

He slowly opens the door, glancing around the boathouse and finding it empty. He glances at the tarp over the boat and sighs, "Eddie, I know you're under there. It's just me."

The tarp shifts slightly, and Steve stares up at the ceiling in annoyance. "Okay, I get it. You don't trust me, and you have no reason to really. But we both know Dustin would kill me if I ever attempted to hurt you or turn you in. Plus, I know you're innocent, so I'm just going to stay here until you come out." He pauses before adding on, "I'll even hum so you know where I am."

He starts humming the first song that comes to mind which ends up being "Everybody Wants to Rule the World."

The tarp shifts and Steve watches as Eddie slowly reveals himself, bottle in hand, pointed at Steve. His eyes flicker to the bat in Steve's hand.

Steve stops humming. "It's for your safety," he says, lifting it up a little.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, and Steve gets the message before he drops the bat and raises his hands in surrender.

Eddie nods at him. "What's in your hand?"

Steve glances up and tosses the protein bar at Eddie. "Food," he says as Eddie curses, failing to catch the bar.

Steve takes a step closer but Eddie holds out the bottle to him and stands up. "Why are you here?"

"To make sure you're safe."

He looks unconvinced.

Steve shrugs and crosses his arms. "Okay, I know what it's like trying to process all this shit on your own, and it sucks, man. I didn't have anyone with me the first night after everything went down, and I didn't think I would make it through the night without that thing coming back."

"So what? You're here to help the freak with no ulterior motive, and I'm supposed to believe that?"

"You can tell me to leave, but I don't really want to spend the night alone either," Steve confesses, hoping that it will help Eddie trust him a bit.

Eddie only stares at him for a few moments before leaning out of the boat to pick up the bat before sitting down and picking up the protein bar. He unwraps it and bites off half of it before asking, "Tears for Fears, really?"

It takes a second for Steve to really understand what Eddie's asking before he smiles slightly. "That's what you're worried about?"

Eddie shrugs, taking around his mouthful, "I was just wondering if you really thought that's the type of music I'm into."

"It's the first song that came to mind. But no. I know you're into that metal stuff that Mike's been going on about." Steve takes a tentative step forward, watching the way Eddie's eyes follow the step.

He raises his eyebrows when Eddie glances up at him and shifts a bit before gesturing to the spot in front of him. Steve takes the invitation and sits in front of him, shifting a bit around the boat before grimacing.

"I bet you're missing your bed," Eddie comments as he finishes off the bar, dropping the wrapper in the boat before grabbing his broken bottle again. Luckily this time, he doesn't point it in Steve's direction.

"A bit," Steve confesses as he fails to get comfortable. He wishes he could take Eddie back to his home and maybe even give him the guest bedroom so he doesn't have to stay here.

Wait.

Steve glances up to where Eddie is tightly gripping the handle of his bat and the neck of the broken bottle and slowly reaches out his hand, asking for the bat. As Eddie hands it over reluctantly, Steve says, "Why don't you stay at my house for now? No one would guess you would be there."

Eddie snorts and shakes his head. "I'm not risking you getting caught with me."

"Well, it's too late for that." Steve says before circling back a bit to ask, "Why?"

Eddie shrugs and glances down at the bottle. "Because Dustin would kill me."

Steve sighs and lays the bat on the side of the boat. "You can hide in the back of my car on the drive there. It'll be easy to sneak you in."

"And your parents?"

"Gone for the foreseeable future. And even if they do come back, I can hide you in my closet or something."

Eddie shoots him a look. "Comfortable."

"Do you have a better idea?"

Eddie glances around the boathouse. "I don't mind staying here at the moment."

Steve's not sure why he wants to fight him on it so bad, but he gives in and says, "Just consider it after we've killed Vecna and we're going through the whole clearing your name process, okay?"

"Why?"

The question takes Steve off guard, but he easily deflects saying, "Because Dustin would kill me."

Eddie nods and looks off, getting that same far-off haunted look on his face. Before Steve can attempt to distract him Eddie snaps out of it asking, "And if someone comes here now, how will you explain why you're here?"

Steve glances around and looks at the windows and door. "Okay, maybe we should get under the tarp before that happens."

Eddie stares at him. "You want to get cozy with me in this boat?"

"I want to save both of our asses for now. If we hear something, we stay hidden, and if they come inside, we grab the bat and bottle and we attack." Get cozy with him?

Eddie sighs, "Can't wait," before shifting to sit next to Steve, placing his bottle carefully down toward the end of the boat before grabbing the tarp.

Steve shifts the bat, nails side at the end of the boat and shifts to lay back.

Eddie glances down at him and asks, "Ready?"

Steve nods as Eddie pulls the tarp over them and lays back. In the process, he ends up jostling Steve and shifting him to the side, almost getting his leg stabbed by the bat as Eddie curses about the bottle. They both shift to face each other, quickly noticing that they're around the same height with the way their feet are knocking into each other their breath is mingling together.

It is very weirdly intimate.

"Steve?" Eddie asks.

Steve hums in response.

"Maybe we should pull the tarp back until we hear something."

"Great plan," Steve says quickly, reaching up to pull the tarp back a bit.

There's a bit of moonlight shining through the windows which illuminates Eddie's face enough for Steve to be able to admire him. Steve blames the intimate position for his thoughts about how Eddie "The Freak" Munson is kind of beautiful.

Eddie's eyebrows furrow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Steve quickly looks away and lies, "Just thinking."

"About?"

Steve takes a moment and readjusts a bit. "Just never thought I would be hanging out with you."

Eddie shifts as well, accidentally brushing his hand against where Steve's own hand lies between them. Eddie's hand shoots back to his chest. "if it makes you feel better, I wouldn't call this hanging out. We're just two people who are linked through some supernatural shit with parallel worlds and are trying to keep each other alive so Dustin doesn't kill us." He lets out a slow deep breath through his nose and glances away. "It doesn't have to mean anything. Trust me, I know you wouldn't be here unless you had to be."

Steve lets the feeling of regret run through him. "That's not what I meant."

"No?" Eddie challenges him.

"No," Steve confesses. "Dustin didn't ask me to come here, you know."

"So, you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart?" Eddie asks, tone dripping with disbelief.

"I didn't want you to be alone."

"Yeah, you said that before."

Steve's eyebrows furrow. "And?"

"And I'm sorry if I have trouble believing it."

Steve just blinks at him, unsure what to say other than his usual apology for being an asshole in high school.

Eddie beats him to it and sighs, "You're just... Steve Harrington. And I'm 'The Freak.'"

Steve can't help but snarkily reply, "I didn't realize that was your legal name."

Eddie narrows his eyes at him. "You know what I mean."

As much as he hates it, Steve does understand what he means. He looks him in the eye and says, "You know if I could go back and change how I was in high school, I would. Because, trust me, being 'King Steve' was not all that it was chalked up to be. And everyone I love still sees me that way. It's like they're waiting for that guy to come back or something because they're always in disbelief that I've changed or whatever. It's all just... bullshit." He sighs out the word, trying not to think too hard about understanding what Nancy meant when she called him it.

Eddie continues to stare at him, eyes wandering over his face as if he's trying to make his own assessment of him. Or as if he's waiting for the real Steve to pop out, the inevitable asshole. Instead, he just says, "You're different than I imagined."

"Is that a good thing?" Steve can't help but ask.

"Give me a business day or two, and I'll get back to you about it," Eddie says with a smile.

The response startles a laugh out of Steve which he quickly covers with his hand before he rests it in the space between them. "Maybe you're different, too."

"Yeah?" Eddie asks.

"I thought you'd be way less willing to accept my presence here."

Eddie shrugs the shoulder he isn't laying on. "Well, being alone seemed to be slightly more appalling than spending time with you." He smiles and nudges him with his foot. "I'm joking. At least, now I'm joking."

Steve rolls his eyes and nudges Eddie with a little too much force, sending them both off balance and causing Steve to end up a bit sprawled out on top of Eddie who stares up at him with wide eyes.

For some reason, the new angle really does something for Steve who can only think of kissing Eddie. He leans back and takes a deep breath before an idea strikes him. He blames his tired, anxiety-ridden mind on the reason for voicing his thought, "You know, I can think of a better way to explain why I'm here if someone comes in."

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, face carefully blank but a heavy swallow gives him away.

Steve shrugs. "Who is to question King Steve hooking up with some random girl in Reefer Rick's empty boathouse?"

"Christ," Eddie mumbles out, eyes flicking down to Steve's lips. "Are you suggesting we...?"

Steve looks down at him innocently. "I mean, if it comes down to it, I would be down to kiss you. Your hair is long enough to hide your face," he turns to the door and windows, "And from this angle, they would barely catch a glimpse of you."

Eddie swallows again and breathes out, "You're definitely not what I thought you'd be like."

"And is that-"

"A good thing?" Eddie finishes for him. "Yeah, I would say it is definitely a good thing."

Steve smiles down at him and is about to shift off of him when there's a sudden noise outside of the boathouse. He feels Eddie freeze beneath him.

"Steve... I know it was probably a joke, but either cover us with the tarp or kiss me," Eddie whispers quickly.

Steve reaches out for the tarp and pulls it over their heads, noticing the slight look of disappointment on Eddie's face before the tarp blocks out the light. His hands reach out, landing on Eddie's chest before trailing up to cup his jaw.

"What are you doing?" Eddie whispers. Steve can feel his heart thudding in his chest impossibly faster at the sensation.

"Why not do both?" Steve whispers into the air between them.

He waits as Eddie's own hands come up to his shoulders, tracing their way into Steve's hair. "Both. Yeah. Both are good."

Steve's not sure who moves first, but their kiss is frenzied, filled with the anxiety of Hawkins crumbling around them along with the possibility of Eddie being caught, mixed with the fact that they're "The Hair" and "The Freak." And this is not supposed to be happening.

But Steve doesn't care. He deepens the kiss, groaning when Eddie tugs at his hair and pulls him closer. God, Steve can practically feel the kiss go through his full body, and he can't remember the last time a kiss made him feel like this.

The air around them under the tarp gets warmer as the kiss goes on, and Steve finds himself breaking away for air only to chase Eddie's lips again. It's all intoxicating. And the warm air makes it feel like he isn't getting enough air as Eddie practically sucks it out of him.

He breaks away and gasps, "God, I want to lift the tarp, but I can't risk anyone seeing you."

Eddie doesn't answer, he just pulls the tarp slightly off them before pulling Steve into another kiss. Steve can barely register the relief of the cool air hitting the back of his damp neck as he gets lost in Eddie.

"Can't see me remember?" Eddie says against Steve's lips.

"They can- mmm. See the rings," Steve manages to get out.

Eddie's hands slowly drift down Steve's back, resting on the dip of his spine that's still under the tarp. "Better?"

Steve pulls back and looks down at Eddie, his mouth pink and damp, cheeks flushed red, pupils blown wide. "God, you're beautiful," Steve says without thinking.

Eddie stares at him for a moment, face carefully blank before he glances at the window. "Do you think they're still here?"

Steve glances out the window and debates what to say next. He settles with the truth. "I'm pretty sure it was just a branch that hit the window."

Eddie nods and worries his bottom lip, not looking at Steve. He's still struggling to catch his breath, but Steve can't say much when he is equally as winded.

Steve pauses and says, "But maybe someone's out there. Or..." He shakes his head, trying not to finish the thought out loud.

"Or what?" Eddie asks.

"Or maybe I just want to kiss you again," Steve confesses.

Eddie looks up at him and pauses, eyes searching Steve's face for something. He glances toward the window and says, "I can't exactly be on high alert if you kiss me again, but..." he glances at Steve and finishes his thought, "I think it's worth the risk."

"If you really think about it, it's more risky if I stop kissing you."

Eddie tilts his head in confusion. "And why's that?"

"Because I'll only be able to think about kissing you again and won't be on high alert," Steve flirts easily. "And really, it's a great cover."

Eddie smiles and even momentarily laughs. "You're so full of shit," he says, but pulls Steve down to him, kissing him again with the same frenzied energy.

Only, Steve pulls away and winks at him. "We've got all night. We can take it slow."

"I think you're going to kill me."

Steve brushes a strand of hair out of his face. "And is that-"

"A good thing?" Eddie finishes for him again. "Yes," he answers, kissing Steve again but slowly, taking his time with him.

It's fair to say that Steve's original plan of keeping watch and letting Eddie sleep goes out the window, but he's pretty sure it's worth it.

It's definitely worth it.

[mspopstar]

What would happen if you were to lock Meta Knight, Dedede, Magolor and Marx all in the same room?

Content warning: Graphic Content.

DDD: "Wha- What the?! What is this place? Meta Knight?! Meta Knight where are we?"

MK: "Sire, I've not a clue. We're in some...cage"

M: "Cage? Cages has bars, this is more of a cube!"

MK: "This is no reason to be pedantic, we are trapped and that is the issue at hand."

M: "Hm...."

THIRTY MINUTES LATER.

DDD: "Meta Knight, do you see anythin' up there"

MK: "Sire, there is not even a seam of which the ceiling meets the wall. It... The material... It is not concrete, it is not wood, it is not even metal. It neither scratches or warps like plastic too. It feels like glass, but it isn't transparent otherwise... Well, we would see something, no?"

M: "Well... There's the possibility that it is transparent and the white we're seeing is what's outside of this cube... Like we're all trapped in a glass cube in a white void in... somewhere."

MK: "Quiet you. If that were the case, there'd be a reflection wouldn't there?"

M: "Mm... Well, not always! After all, you don't get a reflection from plastic, right? We could be in a plastic cube!"

MK: "Did you not hear me, if it were plastic then I'd already free us! It doesn't scratch, it does not warp."

M: "Maybe it's translucent rather than transparent. Hm? There's clearly a light source coming from something."

DDD "No bickering you two. Crap. I don't even feel some form of air comin' through either. This room has no circulation of any kind... As ya' said. no seams so the walls and floor are all one solid material. No way this is hand-made then if there's a interior... Not to mention... It's solid, no sense of hollowness on the other side of these walls. Magic maybe? Well, if it were magic I'd have a sense of it."

M: "Heh. Well, I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me one one you two have figured out anything."

FOUR HOURS LATER.

M: "Bets?"

DDD: "On what?"

MK: "....What?"

M: "Bets on how long it takes for Kirby to come save us."

DDD: "Optimistically... Three days?"

MK: "That is if Kirby has a idea of where we are..."

DDD: "You bring up a good point chrome dome. Usually when we go missing there's a huge event. I just remember taking a nap an' then I'm in this crazy place."

MK: "In my circumstances, I had just finished looking through some electronic order forms from a merchant on Planet Mecheye whom my operations does business with and for. I wanted to re-check the product code for a new set of energy valves meant for a future upgrade. So I decided to leave the communications room to and head to Captain Vul's office so that we coul-.

M: "Gahaha! Geez! Who cares about that? Cut to the point."

MK: "..."

DDD: "I'll have to agree with my jester over 'ere Meta Knight. We might have all time in the world but we don't need a play-by-play of your day."

MK: "Right, sire. Well, I did not wish to wait for the lift so I decided to teleport... Then, well, I am here."

M: "For me, I just blinked."

DDD: "What?"

M: "Yes. It was very weird. I got something in my eye, blinked a couple of times and when I re-opened my eyes on the... third blink I opened my eyes to this white room."

MK: "Hm... That rules out a few theories I have."

DDD: "Does it now?"

MK: "Aye. Clearly, our imprisonment is not of the result of magic, a physical kidnapper, or, in my case, a faulty re-route of my teleportation. It... It is the result of something or someone beyond that. There's no correlation between us and how we arrived here. It is anomalous and random."

M: "Ahah... We're totally in it now."

MK: "Why are you chuckling, tell me, is this but a game for you? What is it in this case?"

M: "Relax. Meta Knight, was it? You can't teleport out of here with that cape of yours. Dedede couldn't break a dent in the walls with his hammer and your sword couldn't scratch. It in this case is the worst possible scenario."

DDD: "Don't say that."

MK: "Yes. We needn't the excessive negativity."

M: "Hmph. If that is how you wish to be, who am I to stop you."

DDD: "For now, let's just rest. Sleep a little. Clear our heads and come up with a plan."

24 HOURS LATER.

MK: "We do have some provisions. Three MREs, a chocolate bar, two lolipops, an Invincibility Candy, and finally a full canteen of water."

DDD: "Is this really all we have?"

M: "Gosh! You're right. If I had known we'd be trapped in a cosmic prison. I'd bring some snacks!"

MK: "We do have a single Invincibility Candy, I suppose we can take advantage of its properties."

M: "How?"

DDD: "You never had one, have you?"

M: "No, I can't say I have."

MK: "It is simple. The Invincibility Candy replenishes all. One bite, and you're instantly satiated, all wounds heal, and so on. I suppose I can break it down into as many small chunks as possible and we can ration it out once the normal provisions run out."

M: "Ahaha, I see now!"

MK: "For our normal provisions... I suppose it is best we conserve what we can, using only the absolute minimum. However... Well, I suppose I do not need to eat or drink..."

M: "...Oh? And why is that?"

MK: "Being what I am... Whatever that may be. I do not need to consume food or drink. After all, my species is long lived, hardy, and nigh immortal. Consumables are not exactly necessary."

M: "Hm. ...Well, I suppose more for..."

M: "..."

M: "Well, I suppose that's more for me and his highness then, right? Thank you, Meta Knight!"

DDD: "Hold on jus' a second. I don't want you to starve Meta."

MK: "It is of no concern to you. I will be fine. I would rather fast if it means keeping those who can't alive."

DDD: "If you say so..."

MK: "With our food situation squared away... Well, I suppose we can sleep?"

THREE DAYS LATER

DDD: "Wait a second..."

M: "...?"

MK: "What is it...?"

DDD: "I... I don't think help is coming."

MK: "..."

DDD: "Meta Knight, there is somethin' very strange and very wrong about this prison place here."

MK: "Calm yourself. What is the issue?"

DDD: "You can't teleport out of here, and that is a dimensional cape, right?"

MK: "No, unfortunately, I cannot."

DDD: "Is there anything, anything at all that could stop you from using it to teleport? Maybe that can be a clue to where we are You can already pull stuff from it, so it's not completely broken, right?"

MK: "Yes, and no. The problem is, my Dimensional Cape works as more of a hammer-space, similar to Kirby's mouth. Teleporting is, for lack of a better explanation, opening a door within that hammer space to traverse to a different location that is contingent on dimensions. No matter what I've tried, I couldn't open that door so to speak. So, the only thing that would stop me from accessing it's properties for teleporting... would be... if there wasn't a dimension to tap into in the first place."

DDD: "Crap. If that's the case.... You can't use your cape so... So we're stuck not just physically, but outside of physics itself?"

MK: "Er...Yes?"

M: "I don't understand what that means. What exactly is the problem?"

DDD: "If what I'm theorizing is correct, we are outside the existence of our 'dimensions' itself. In other words, it is like we're outside of existing within a physical or chronological instance... Whatever this place is... It's in a sort of null-dimension outside of what could be considered a "physical" dimension of sorts."

MK: "..."

M: "...Huh. Is it even possible to... Traverse that? Magolor could come find us, right? He's a dimensional traveller."

DDD: "I don't know... I don't know if Magolor could even make it... Can you even traverse a dimension that isn't even... How should I say, how d'you go to a place that was never present from your own perspective?"

MK: "..."

M: "..."

TEN DAYS LATER

*Clang*

*Clang*

*Clang*

M: "Will you give it a rest? You've been at that wall for hours. That sword of yours isn't gonna break it. You haven't even left a scratch!"

MK: "I have... *huff*... I have to try something. We can't just be... Stuck."

M: "Hah... Do you know of the definition of insanity?"

MK "..."

DDD: "..."

M: "So, what now?"

MK: "We continue waiting...."

M: "Right, but what then. Do we continue waiting and waiting? Heh. Is that it? We do nothing and wait for the inveitabl-"

MK: "Silence. Do not even speak such thoughts."

M: "Right, right. Of course, you would say that. Right, Sir Meta Knight?"

MK: "Kh-?! What are you implying, anyways you devil?"

M: "You're going to outlive us both, aren't you? You already know that."

MK: "...That... That is true. What are you trying to get at? Why are you saying this."

M: "What then, Meta Knight? What then after that? Are you prepared for that?"

MK: "...So be it. If... If that will be my fate I have... methods to..."

M: "Take care of yourself, perhaps?"

MK: "..."

TWO WEEKS LATER

M: "We're out of food. All of the water is gone. ...We have only two small pieces left of Invincibility Candy."

MK "...I see. Aye. Go ahead, take one and pass the other to his highness."

DDD: "Wait, are we really out of..."

MK: "Yes, Sire. I'm sorry."

M: "Tch. Two weeks. Not a single change. NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING!"

DDD: "..."

MK: "SILENCE! Do you think I do not know? We've been in the same forsaken box for two weeks! Do you think I already don't know we're TRAPPED?!"

M: "Without food or water... Well, Dedede here is now biding time, huh?"

MK: "Bah! You are in just as much danger, no?"

M: "...Oh, right... Yes, you're right."

MK: "That hesitation, what for? Hm?"

M: "...Hmph, it doesn't matter now. Okay? I lied."

DDD: "What...."

MK: "So you did know a way out? Another one of your sick pranks?"

M: "Kyahahah! No, no, no. Trust me, I do not care for being stuck here as much as you two do. I admit. A soul? Don't have one. Thank Kirby for that one. I lack a soul, ergo, I had no necessary need to eat or drink. Sorry about that, I really am. However, if I am to die here I refuse to die on a empty stomach."

MK: "You vile selfish beast!"

DDD: "...Meta Knight, calm down. .... It ain't...It's not worth it. Is it now? What's done is done. Haah... Let's just... Let's just sleep. You two are exhausting... I don't have the energy to deal with it."

M: "..."

MK: "...My apologies."

Three Weeks Later

M: "I...I don't think Kirby's coming for us. Hah... Meta Knight? Why... Why am I scared?"

MK: "... I... Kirby will come for us."

M: "Wouldn't he have, already? Why hasn't he?! There's so much he could've done by now. He could've wished for our safe return through NOVA by now."

MK: "That's... Kirby... Stop. Kirby is going to come for us or we're going to figure out a way out..."

M: "Why hasn't he?!"

MK: "I do not know! I don't know why Kirby hasn't shown up..."

M: "..."

MK: "...? Sire, are you okay?"

DDD: "...Meta Knight. I'm scared. I want to go home. I don't want to die like this. Anythin' but this... "

MK: "I know. Eventually, we'll get out of here. For now... Go to sleep, Sire. Conserve your strength."

DDD: "...Alright."

M: "..."

MK "...I will. I will fix this. I will get us out of here. I have to, any means necessary."

M: "Pah, good luck with that..."

MK: "..."

SEVEN WEEKS AND THREE DAYS LATER

MK: "Sire, I'm sorry."

M: "Huh why do you...?"

DDD: "Mmngh?...Wha...What're yo-"

*Ssslraash--!!!*

M: "W-WHY?!"

MK: "I had to. It's the only way to escape."

M: "Escape?! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!!!"

MK: "He was in pain. He could barely sit up. He was shivering. It was an act of mercy. A quick death is far more appealing than a long, drawn out one of anguish."

M: "Hahaha?! Have you lost your mind or something?!"

MK: "Perhaps. We aren't escaping from here. I realize that. There are times where you can only give up. That is okay. I have made peace with that."

M: "...Wait. I don't... Meta Knight?! Meta Knight! ...What are you doing?"

MK: "Worry not. I will make this quick."

M: "I... Hold on, wait. I don't... I don't... I don't want to-!"

EIGHT WEEKS LATER

MK: "....I'm sorry, I'm so sorry....Sire... Uuhg... I'm sorry... Sire... I can't do it... I can't do it.... I'm sorry... I'm sorry.....Kirby... Agh..."

ELEVEN WEEKS LATER

MK: "....It is time. Deep breaths... Allign the blade....and..."

MK: "Nn...!?!!!-"

TWELVE WEEKS LATER

TWENTY WEEKS LATER

FOURTY WEEKS LATER

THREE YEARS LATER

"My, my, what an interesting scenario! I can't say I am too surprised of the outcome. Well, thank you again for using HWC's Virtual Problem and Scenario Observer, VPASO!"

-Executive Secretary Susana Haltmann

[xmalereader]

Miguel O’Hara X Black Cat! Male Reader || 2 ||

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Authors note: You all tempted me to make a second part…this one isn’t really a continuation but a small mini snippet of reader and Miles little dynamic again because you all enjoyed it! Again, Spanish words are mentioned, fluent and Latino myself. Also thank you for 6.8K followers!!

Summary: Reader is Black Cat in Miguel’s universe who is married to the leader of the spider society and who’s also taken a liking towards Miles who has invited him to his families party.

Warnings: Slight ATSV spoilers, fluff, angst, slight language, Spanish words ( fluent ), past experiences, dancing, parties, Miguel and reader have a moment, sarcasm, mentions of sex, second chances, found family.

Word count: 2.6k

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“You want him to what?”

Miguel stared down at the fifteen year old, hands on his hips with a confused look on his face while also raising a brow. Clearly he didn’t understand the teens question nor did he want too.

“I want to invite Y/n to my fathers celebration of him becoming captain.” Repeated Miles with a faint and nervous smile on his face. After spending his time in the spider society he’s gotten adjusted to the routine in HQ and knew the rules that he wasn’t suppose to break and one was not to mess with Miguel or do anything to upset the man. Miles didn’t want to upset Miguel, but had no choice in asking for the mans permission in allowing Y/n to come over to his families party.

Due to Y/n being a thief and Miguels ex-ish husband he’s been under house arrest in HQ, meaning that he wasn’t allowed to leave HQ without Miguel’s permission even though the man had escaped many times and had been chased down by Miguel. The two chasing each other through different universe to the point where Miguel was tempted to chain the cat down due to constant escaping.

“You know he can’t leave.”

“Come on, Mig!” Y/n voice echos through the lab, getting both of their attention as he jumps down from the ceiling, emerging from the shadows as he wore his suit and lands a cat next to Miles before standing up straight and smirking at Miguel. “It’s just a party, I’ll behave.” He purrs out in a teasing matter, knowing how much his husband hated it but also loved it at the same time.

Miguel glared at him, baring his fangs as he opens his mouth to protest only for Y/n to beat him to it. “Why don’t you come too? You can keep an eye on me?” He suggests, getting Miguel to close his mouth as the other man thinks.

Y/n raises his brows in surprise, not believing that the man would actually think about the idea as he glanced down at Miles who shrugs in return. It only took Miguel a few minutes before he’s agreeing to the idea. “Very well.”

“Yes!” Miles fist bumps the air as he jumps in excitement, turning to Y/n with a large smile on his face. “My parents are going to love you!”

“Don’t you think they will find it weird or suspicious that their fifteen year old son is hanging around someone nearing their thirties who is also a thief?” Y/n questions, a bit worried on how Miles parents would think about him being around their son, clearing not knowing that he was Spider-Man who was being trained under the cities number one thief who Miguel despised.

“Nah, they’ll like you. Just work your charm on them.” Said Miles, getting the black cat to grin at his words. “I’ll be charming for sure.”

Miguel groans at his words, rolling his eyes. “Before you two go, I need you to do a mission for me as pay back for forcing me to go with you.”

“Technically you weren’t invited.” Miles mumbled under his breath, but loud enough for both adults to hear.

“What did you say?” Miguel sharply turns to Miles while Y/n holds back a laugh, covering his mouth and looking away as Miles quickly says ‘nothing’.

Y/n swallows down his laughter and clears his throat while winking at the kid and bumping his shoulder in a humorous manner before the two focused back on Miguel. “You two should never be in the same room together.” Said Miguel earning himself an eye roll from Y/n as he placed his hand no his hip. “Yeah, well you can’t get rid of my kid. I found him and he’s mine now.”

“You can’t just claim some kid.”

“Well I just did!”

The two adults began to argue, again. The usual routine for many spiders.

Whenever Y/n and Miguel were together they always found a way to break into an argument, fighting like a married couple and growing heated with each other. Clearly everyone in the room can feel the sexual tension between the two that a couple of traumatized spiders may or may not have walked in on the two before, causing them to avoid Miguel at all times. Too embarrassed to face the man who was balls deep into his husband.

The two have tried to be careful more often, but sometimes when their letting out their frustrations on each other it tends to be on the most random time of the day and random place.

Miles can only watch the two, going back and forth at the two before checking his own watch to see the time. “Oh no! I forgot about the cakes—gotta go! See you tonight!” Miles quickly shouts out as he ran out of the lab, leaving both Miguel and Y/n on their own as the two watch Miles run out of the lab.

“Well, I guess my house arrest is lifted.” Y/n uses his pointer finger to tap Miguel on the check in a mocking matter before taking steps backwards and making his way towards the exit. “See you tonight!”

“The mission—!”

“Find someone else, sweetheart!” Y/n laughs out as he uses his own watch to open a portal into Miles universe, jumping through and appearing back in his penthouse that he was able to purchase with the things he stole, humming to himself happily as the portal closed behind him, finally giving him the privacy to remove his suit and get himself prepared for Miles family party. He wasn’t one to socialized, but for Miles he would do anything for that kid.

After the discovery of Miguel and Y/n’s relationship and that fact that he was a variant of a familiar thief to many spidermen, he wasn’t too surprised when they would all give him cautious stares. Later finding out that many of the black cats that they’ve met had either betrayed or used their Spider-Man in order to get what they wanted. It surprised everyone when they found out that he was far more different than they thought.

Very little knew about his and Miguels relationship; they worked in their universe and loved each other. Still do.

Many of the black cats became a thief or who they are now due to a poor life or wanting to help a family figure while Y/n became who he was due to the death of Miguels daughter, needing to find an escape from the grief and found relief in stealing.

He was still loyal to Miguel, not once did he bat an eye for another man or women always wearing his wedding ring underneath the gloves he wore. Both Miguel and Y/n can argue all they want and claim that they can’t stand each others presences but the universe always brought them back together, it was their canon.

While Y/n got ready for the party he tried his best not to overdress, wearing something less formal and more casual and also making sure that he always came with something not wanting to show any bad manners as he took the extra time to bake some cookies for the party and smiled proudly at his own work once he was done and ready.

He didn’t need Miles address, clearly already knowing where the kid lived as he made his way through the streets of New York and towards Miles apartment building where he can hear the loud music playing and the sound of laughter above him, making him tilt his head back a bit to see some lights hanging on the side of the building.

“Going in?”

He’s startled by Miguels voice, turning around to come face to face with his husband. “Wha—whoa…” Y/n’s eyes slowly widen, his pupils dilating when the land on him, taking in his casual wear that he hasn’t seen in a while always seeing him in his spider suit and working.

“You look—“

Miguel raised a brow while grinning slowly.

“Good.” Y/n finishes, clearing his throat and trying to mask the blush rising to his cheeks and focused back on why they were here. “We should head in before Miles starts calling me to hurry up.” He held the tray of cookies in his hands and ignores Miguel's chuckle as the two walk inside the apartment building and making their way up the stairs. Now, Y/n was a known thief and skilled fighter and could take down a group of men on his own and yet somehow, he couldn’t face a simple party full of nice people and possibly gossip.

“Estas nervioso?”

Y/n swallows, looking over his shoulder to see Miguel staring at him with the softest look one that he knew too well. “Focus on your breathing and only think about how fast this will go by.” Miguel whispers near his ear, leaning forward while the other sighs deeply, giving himself a small reassured nod before the two step through the door and onto the crowded rooftop where they are greeted with music, laughter, and couples dancing.

“You made it!”

Y/n looks up ahead to see Miles pushing through the crowd as he waves his hands in the air with excitement, stumbling in his step and nearly tripping over himself and Y/n is quick to catch the kid, extending an arm out and catching him. “Whoa, easy kid. I get that your excited, we technically see each other every day.”

“I know, but we’re usually doing hero stuff. This is different.” Miles was smiling widely, eyes full of enthusiasm which doesn’t go unnoticed by the black cat himself. “Guess you’re right about that.”

“I still have to keep an eye on you.”

Miguels voice startles the two, clearly forgetting about his quiet presence. “Geez, maybe you should wear a bell you are quieter than me.” States Y/n, still not used to the fact of Miguel being quieter than him.

“You should wear that bell, not me.” Miguel shot back as Y/n sticks his tongue out at him in a childish manner.

“Miles!”

The three turn towards the direction of the voice only to see Miles mother approaching her son with a faint smile. “Mijo, did you invite these two?” She asks with a kind smile on her face, hand on her sons shoulder.

Miles suddenly grows bashful as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Mom this is Y/n, who I told you about and his Husband Miguel.” He introduces, catching his mother by surprise. “Oh! You’re Y/n—Miles talks fondly of you, I didn’t expect you to be so…” She can’t form the words but Y/n expected this reaction.

“Older? I know, I’ve told Miles that you would be worried to know that his son is hanging around someone twice his age but no worries I treat him like family and make sure that he isn’t causing any trouble for his parents.”

Miles Mother chuckled. “Thank you for keeping an eye on him, you can call me Rio.”

“Likewise.” He holds the plate of cookies out to her with a smile. “I didn’t want to come empty handed its bad manners.”

“Wow, how nice of you. Please help yourselves with anything.”

Y/n nods at her words and turns back to Miles when she walks away to place the cookies with the rest of the food. “See? Not so bad.”

“Wait until you meet my dad.”

Miguel suddenly speaks up. “Why do I feel weird not being acknowledged?”

“Because, women know everything. One look is all it takes and they know everything, its scary. She probably immediately knew about your true intentions with me.” He points an accusing finger at him as Miguel scoffs. “We’re married.”

“Technically divorced.”

“I see no divorce papers.” He crossed his arms over his chest, smirking at Y/n who glared up at him. “I’ll fuck you up.” He threatens which Miguel only finds adorable.

It didn’t take long for them to meet Miles father who was kind but also protective of his son, interrogating him a bit until Y/n works his charm and provides the new chief a gift, congratulating him on his new position and wishing him luck. His sudden flattery gets the teens father all flustered and speechless as he accepts the gift and him. Gaining the trust of both parents and getting the chance to know them further.

The party went on longer than any usual party, everyone was happily chatting away with their own family and friends while others danced to the music. The amount of excitement gets to Y/n, dragging Miguel onto the dance floor as the two danced away to Merengue music. It took Y/n some time to adjust to the fast pace while Miguel got it on the spot, making Y/n jealous by how fast he adapts to the music and dancing.

Miguel takes him by the waist and pulls him in close, the two panting heavily from the dancing as Y/n laughs. “Curse you and your Mexican genes.” Miguel chuckled. “Not my fault I dance better than you.” The two laugh, breathless from their dancing before moving away from the dance floor and much more private area where the music wasn’t too loud, finding their way on the edge of the roof top, sitting next to each other as they looked at the view ahead of them.

“I missed this.” Y/n voice is soft and genuine, eyes still focused on the city as Miguel glanced at him, licking his lips. “Parties?”

Y/n chuckles. “No, us.”

This causes a small faint smile to appear on Miguels lips as Y/n kept talking. “I missed feeling like this, so free and happy…I know we had our difficulties in the past and we lost so much.” He turns to face Miguel. “I don’t want to argue anymore or let the past catch up to us. I know—you miss her. I do too, believe me the amount of times I couldn’t stop thinking about her whenever I see things that remind me of her, but I know that she would want me to move on to start over again and I did.” He nods over his shoulder towards the group of people who were full of happiness and smiling faces, towards Miles who had his face buried in his hands as his parents speak about his embarrassing moments, getting the kid flustered.

Y/n sighs contently, turning back to face Miguel who was staring at the crowd before him, taking in his husbands words as he sighs with a small nod. “You make it look so easy.”

“But its not.” Y/n says. “It never will.”

Miguel lets out a dry chuckle his finger fidgeting nervously with his wedding ring. He’s suffered the most with the lose of his daughter. When he first introduced his daughter to Y/n when they were first dating, he was nervous at first only for Y/n to quickly fall in love with her, taking care of her as a parent and being there when Miguel couldn’t, deepening their relationship even more. Miguel had the family he always wanted only for him to lose it in a matter of seconds after his daughters death, pushing Y/n away and creating useless arguments with each other not knowing that he was pushing away the only person he ever had left.

Now, here he sat. Being given a second chance to start over.

“I’m willing to try.” Miguel whispers, getting Y/n’s attention who smiled at is husband, reaching out to take his hand into his own. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you on the way.”

[sojumica]

The evil king and his gardener.

Sukuna x f!reader

contains; mild angst,lwk devoted sukuna, fluff, weird acts of love, arson, curse au but no real mention of it, heina era, true form. word count: 1197

“ You burnt my house down.” you say as you watch your house more so your small hut burn down in flames.

“I did.” He spoke after 5 minutes breaking the silence

All that could be heard was the sound of wood cracking and the burnt smell of it lingering through your nostrils. Knowing that the scent of soot will be stuck on your clothes and hair.

“Why?” you calmly say, still staring at the blazing fire not daring to look at him. Not because you're scared, no. You don’t want to react without knowing how or why someone would do this, So you wait for a response.

There was yet again a small silence from the man. He just stood there with you watching the fire finish burning whatever memories you had left in that house.

“I did nothing to you. I never angered you. I never disrespected you. I never ratted you out. I never shunned you. So why did you do it?” You spoke very clearly and with no sign of emotion in your voice and a straight face to go along with it.

There was another silence that followed it. This time you waited for him to say something. If he didn’t in the next 10 minutes you were going to leave. You didn’t care for this, you would rather walk off and deal with stuff on your own.

You never understood why you ended serving someone as cruel as him. It just happened that way.

You had just came into one of the many fearful villages that Ryomen Sukuna had been ruling over, You didn’t really care who ran it. If they people talked about you or not. You just wanted to escape the torment and pain from your parents a couple towns over.

They wanted to marry you off to an old man who had two dead wives for reasons unknown. You knew though everyone knew that he had killed them once he found them unattractive but he was “rich” back then men were the ones in control and could do no wrong in the public eye.

So you fled the town a week before you were about to be wed off to the man. A small amount of money, a few items of clothing and one comfortable pair of shoes is all you took with you. You made it to the town that you now live in.

It was very rural. Not too too many people but enough to call it a village. You needed a job, all the ones in the village were taken, until an old lady mentioned that the great and evil sukuna was looking for someone to tend his gardens.

You had heard about Ryomen Sukuna from the fearful people who saw you walk into this town, they had let you know a few rules before you decided to proceed into the village. You said “That’s fine, I don't mind.” shrugging

You didn’t care, you just wanted out of where you came from. The next day you found yourself in front of the “evil king” Sukuna’s estate.

You walked into the long hall being escorted by one of his guards. As you stand there waiting for him to appear in the throne room you look around to admire all the paintings of him and art on the ceiling. It was beautiful. The man did have taste which you respected.

You felt his presence immediately as he opened the door. He stared you down the whole way till he got to his throne, you did a bow out of respect and maybe fear.

He stood there looking at you not saying anything for a while. I guess he’s always been like that. “What do you come here for today, newcomer.” he spoke his voice booming throughout the mostly empty room.

“The villagers told me you were looking for a new person to tend the gardens, and i need a job so i came to ask you if you were still looking for one sir.” you say looking down at the floor not wanting to make eye contact.

“Make eye contact with your new king now.” He said sternly

You quickly look up to meet dark red crimson eyes, all 4 of them Staring back at you observing every inch of your face and body. He nods, you weren’t exactly sure why but you hope it meant he said yes.

“Uraume fetch that old gardener for me now.” he yells Looking at you still.

“Yes my lord.” a short white haired person whom you didn’t even notice because of how quiet they were. Spoke walking out to fetch the gardener.

“Oh you still had a gardener, I wasn't aware sir.” you spoke feeling bad like you just took someone’s job who needed it.

“Yes. They aren’t good at their job so they will be executed now.” he spoke so nonchalantly without a care in the world as if this was a daily reoccurrence, but judging him this probably was.

That’s how you became his gardener, for almost 2 years now. You were able to get to the house that was now burning down before your eyes, and get acquainted with sukuna himself. Yes he was rude and vile but he respected you once you told him everything and why you left your old town.

He admired the strength and courage within you. Maybe that’s why he was so interested in what was going on in your head, and possibly it's also why he went to the garden more often than before.

So now here you are still watching the house burning down to the ground. You were almost about to leave when you heard him speak.

“I did it because I overheard that some of my concubines wanted to kill you out of jealousy and spite. So I burnt the house down myself and killed them before this.” He finished saying.

“Oh. Thanks I guess, but why did you need to burn down my house?” you asked, finally looking at him to be met with his perfect side profile.

“So you can come live in the estate with me so I can watch over you. You take very good care of my gardens. I wouldn't want you to get killed by someone that wasn’t me I guess.” he said finally looking back at you

To be met with your face full of flustered ness and confusion. Which made him smirk.

“But all my things…what about them? I needed some of my stuff, you know.” you say trying to avoid all your thoughts going a million miles per hour on why he cared so much about your safety.

“Do not fret, I will get you new things. Let’s get going, I'm starving, those women aren't super good and uraumen should be preparing dinner right now for me, you shall join me as well.” He said walking off to head back to the estate.

“Very well, lord sukuna.” you say looking down

“Just Sukuna is fine” he said quietly, “Don’t take advantage of it though.” he said.

“I Won’t, promise.” you said, smiling lightly.

“Let us make haste then.” he said.

[stevie-petey]

a cutesy fluff blurb w steve and bug for all the angst coming from the season 4 rewrite😭😭 i hate to see bug and steve go through all this but your writing is just so so so incredible that i’m just completely and utterly drawn to it.

i missed steve and bug so much so heres a fluffy blurb of everyone finding out theyre finally together <3

enjoy !

"steve and i are dating."

you hold your breath, bracing for impact. steve is frozen next to you, perched on the edge of the couch as if getting ready to run at the first sign of danger.

all week the two of you have agonized over this. telling everyone that youre now together was a given. obviously it wouldnt be a secret, but telling everyone seemed simple at first. now, with dozens of eyes staring at you: its terrifying.

especially when the news is met with complete and utter silence.

mike yawns. el and max stifle giggles.

"youre all shockingly quiet right now." you finally say, hating this immensely.

robin looks up at the ceiling, suddenly finding the wheelers basement a fascinating thing. will picks at the carpet beneath him and dustin taps his leg impatiently on the ground.

lucas, bless him, has the decency to smile at you. "thats great, y/n."

"did we..." steve scratches the back of his neck. "did we, uh. miss something?"

"why the hell is everyone acting so weird?" you butt in, now really starting to wonder if you and steve did something heinous to deserve the weird silent treatment.

jonathan shifts on the floor, and your eyes narrow at him instantly. crossing your arms, you jut your chin out at him. "fess up, byers. whats going on?"

his eyes widen slightly, and nancy, who is sitting next to him holding his hand, bites back a smile. your eyes narrow even more and jonathan finally releases a laugh.

"stop glaring at everyone, bug." he looks at you fondly. "i think we're all just wondering who won."

your face scrunches in confusion. "what...?"

dustin jumps up from his seat, sick of the anticipation. "just spit it out already! did i win? for the love of god, please tell me you guys got together on july 11th. please."

nancy raises her hand. "or july 16th. id prefer that date, actually."

"what about y/n's birthday? i thought everyone agreed my date made the most sense." will speaks up, looking eagerly at you.

an offended scoff escapes your mouth when you finally realize whats going on. "that bet seriously cant still be going on."

"answer the question, y/n!" dustin wails, practically choking on the taste of victory of the $30 that went into the betting pool. "when exactly did you and steve finally seal the deal, huh?"

"what the hell is this kid talking about?" steve looks around the room, completely confused. "why does it matter when we got together?"

jonathan explains before you can. "we all placed bets on when youd get together. lucas and max were out of the running a while ago. but me, nance, dustin, and will are still in."

"i, for one, am still personally offended that i wasnt allowed to join the bet when i found out about it." robin says, looking pointedly at him. "just so you know."

"sorry," jonathan says without any real sympathy. "rules are rules."

your face burns wildly. "y'all are insane and this is such a gross invasion of privacy-"

"screw privacy! tell me when steve found a pair of balls and asked you out." dustin stumbles in front of you and steve now, panting. "i need the money!"

"dustin!"

steve places his hands on his hips. "i already had balls, thank you very much."

you elbow him. "please stop talking."

"the kid was doubting my manhood-"

"do you enjoy having my elbow in your ribs?"

mike, no longer finding this conversation amusing, stands up and claps his hands. "alright, im bored. will," he turns to him. "clearly they didnt get together on y/n's birthday. they were locked in a death lair and not even steve is dumb enough to make their anniversary that date. so youre out."

steve wants to argue with him, but admittedly he cant.

mike then turns to dustin. "it wasnt july 11th, either. considering the fact that we had funerals to attend and we all know y/n's crippling guilt complex."

"hey!"

"hes not wrong, angel."

you elbow steve again and he doubles over in pain.

then mike turns to nancy. "and it wasnt july 16th because its currently the 27th and theres no way in hell harrington would be able to keep his mouth shut for that long."

again steve really wants to argue with mike, but, unfortunately, hes right.

mike finally turns to jonathan, sighing tiredly. "which leaves us with you and your guess of july 19th. aka: the only possible date left. wow, shocker! jonathan byers correctly guessed something about y/n henderson!" he spins around, glaring at you as if this somehow all your fault. "are we done here now?"

robin, not at all whispering quietly, leans over to max. "this kid has some serious issues."

"like you wouldnt believe," the girl mumbles. "trust me."

dustin shoves mike out of the way, inadvertently causing the teen to stumble into jonathan and fall on top of his sister. "hes wrong, right? please tell me hes wrong. y/n, im your brother. we are blood."

"well, technically mike is wrong. july 19th isnt when we got together." you begin to say, raising your voice when dustin starts to cheer wildly. "it was july 20th, so mike isnt wrong about jonathan winning."

two things happen at once.

first, dustin falls to his knees in despair, screaming in agony as max and el cover their ears and glare at him.

the second thing that happens is dustin regaining his senses and then tackling jonathan, with nancy and will right behind him.

its a mess of screams and screeches as jonathan tries to defend himself, but you simply press your back against steves chest and watch the storm unfold with slight vindication.

serves the fuckers right for betting on your private life like a game of poker.

"how much money do you think our relationship ended up being worth?" steve asks you, wincing under his breath when he sees dustin pinch jonathans nose.

"better be at least $20. if be offended if its anything less than that."

he laughs, the sensation of it sending vibrations down your own body. he kisses the crown of your head. "thats my girl."

"how did you know?" dustin has jonathan pinned now. "how do you always win?"

"get off me! it was just a lucky guess-"

"that was $30 you asshole!"

you hum, pleased. "think i can convince jonathan to give me some of his cut?"

steve laughs again. "only if you give me a percentage as well."

[the-final-sif]

Okay, so I understand a lot of people don't like spiders in their home, but I have a different policy with them. My rules are simply that as long as the spider remains up on the ceiling with it's web, then it's fine and I won't bother it. If it starts getting into my space or on the floor where my bird could get to it, then it gets escorted outside.

There is a single exception to this rule, which is the spider in my bathroom. Or rather, the web in my bathroom. It's on the floor in a corner, and I kept meaning to clean it up but forgetting to, and in the end got attached to the spider maintaining it's web.

Why? Because it was a total loser.

I'm not sure if it's the location or what, but somehow despite my house having plenty of bugs caught in other locations, I have never seen a single insect caught in that web. Not once!!

I assumed, that at some point the spider would realize it had picked a bad spot and go away. Eventually, it did! It took nearly a month though, and I planned on waiting a few days to see if it was really gone so I didn't accidentally vacuum it up.

Only, then it got weird.

Because on day 2, I enter my bathroom, and there's a new spider on the web.

Now, I am no spider expert, but this was very much a different spider. Whole new species. Lighter in color and thinner. Though still decently sized.

At this point I'm at a loss, but I decide to give it a few more days for this spider to also realize that it's found a dumb web.

That spider stuck around for another month before finally giving up, still not catching a single bug in it's entire stay.

I don't think it was even maintaining the web properly, the damn thing is all dusty and aged now, you can see it easily. But it still took a month to give up!

I wait a few days again, and this time in under 24 hours, a third spider that is very much not either of the other two takes over. I see him on it, and I gave him a very judgemental look for picking such poor hunting space.

Like, it's not like my house doesn't have prime spots! The spider by the bathroom window has made out like a bandit catching flies!! She's on top of her game! But no, three different spiders all looked at this dumbass corner like "yeah, this is really gonna work out for me".

That third spider finally gave up after two, nearly 3 months. And it's now been a few days without a fourth moving in, so I am finally cleaning up this pathetic excuse of a web. This stupid thing has been here for four or five months now and I have never seen it catch a single bug. Truly an example of the absolute most pathetic of spiderkind.

[raikkxz]

WALK HIM LIKE A DOG 4 — JB22 .ᐟ.ᐟ

ᯓ ˚₊➷ ❛. . . in which sebastian vettels sister gets her dream job to work along with him, but stumbles across an infamous playboy ❜ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

★ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃﹕﹙ yes/no - here ﹚ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒﹕﹙hungover reader, purpose use of lowercase letters only, use of y/n, i'm lowk not very sure, probably not proof read well, lmk if there's anything i missed!!﹚ — 𝐏𝐀��𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆[s]﹕﹙jenson button 22 x f!vettel!reader﹚ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓﹕﹙not much. like at all.﹚ ★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙yall i need requests im out of ideas﹚

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YOU WOKE UP with a pounding headache. you could hear your alarm going off. groaning, you turned over in your bed to turn off the alarm. but to your surprise, you accidentally bumped into jenson, who seemed to have fallen asleep in your bed last night, instead.

jenson stirs, eyes opening half-way. "..morning." he murmurs sleepily. "how'd you sleep, love?"

*furrowing your eyebrows, you stammer." "..did i- did we- why are you-?"

"relax, darling." jenson hums. "you drank a *little* too much last night. and no, we didn't do any of the sort. you didn't answer my question."

"i slept.. well, i have a bad headache." you groan, laying back.

"stay her, ill get you more water." jenson assures you, getting up. he leaves the room and head to the kitchen to see sebastian there. jenson raises his eyebrows.

"good morning to you too. did you and my sister..?"

"no no no, it's not like that." jenson mumbles. "shes hungover as fuck, i was just.. taking care of her, alright?"

sebastian gives him a suspicious look, but shrugs it off as he leans on the counter, sipping his coffee.

"uhh, so do you and y/n live together?" jenson asks as he fills up a glass of water.

"oh no, im just staying with her for the time being until the next race comes up." sebastian says.

"ah, nice, i see." jenson nods before going back to your room. "hey, you alright?"

"yeah, i think.." you mumble, drinking your water. "my stomach feels like the insides are all twisted up."

jenson chuckles softly. "rest more, love. you need it."

you lay there for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling with jenson next to you.

"..hey, jense?" you ask after a few minutes.

"yeah?" he responds immediately.

"thank you." you mumble, turning to him. "thank you for taking care of me."

jenson smiles, pushing your hair away from your face. "anything for a pretty girl like you." he teases.

you laugh, nudging him playfully. "you're a dick."

"oh c'mon, you love me!" jenson grins.

"i do." you giggle.

jenson looks at you tenderly, his eyes filled with adoration.

"augh, this is worse than cramps." you grumble, twisting and turning in bed. you take another sip of water. jenson pushes the hair away from your face, making sure it didn't get in the way. you smile, appreciating the gesture.

"did i do anything.. *weird* last night?" you ask, breaking the silence.

"does dancing like crazy count? to be fair, i've met many people who've done that, so i don't know if that falls into the 'weird' category." jenson teases. you laugh softly, your head falling back.

"i suppose not, but my dancing is definitely crazy." you say jokingly.

"nah, you're definitely better than me." jenson laughs.

"..thanks again, jense. you're an amazing friend." you hum.

jenson smiles, but there's a hint of sadness in his eyes.

you furrow your eyebrows. "is something wrong?"

jenson purses his lips, looking away. "somewhere along the way, you became more than just a friend. i can't keep pretending i love you only as a friend."

★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙i tried adding more dialogue but like i said im out of ideas smhh. i might discontinue the series atp 😭﹚ ౨ৎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓﹕ ﹙@gray4youuu @c-losur3 @ujws5 @namgification @faithshouseofchaos @isurvived3-11andimproud @somebodyonce-toldme @44lewico﹚

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

Idk if you were serious or not but I would love a Gagamaru fic where a shy/skittish reader wakes up from a nightmare & calls Gagamaru for comfort but our feral boy is on the move & just comes over instead & spends the night spooning y/n

── NIGHTMARE

Synopsis: Gagamaru has an unorthodox method of comforting you when you call him after a nightmare, but it works well enough that you can’t complain.

BLLK Masterlist

Pairing: Gagamau x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 1.4k

Content Warnings: nightmares, scaredy-cat reader, gagamaru is a lil weird but he’s got his heart in the right place so we love him

A/N: anon i NEVER joke about writing for obscure characters HAHA i will literally take any chance to do so hehe 🤩 i hope this is close to what you wanted anon!! i’ve literally never written gagamaru before so hopefully he’s not toooo ooc

Additional: check my pinned post to make sure i have requests open; after reading the rules, please feel free to make your own!

For a moment, you couldn’t be sure why you were awake or where you were. All you knew was that your heart was racing and your palms were clammy and your blanket was stifling, so stifling, but when you went to cast it away a voice in the back of your mind screamed don’t!

You gasped when you remembered. There was a person in your room, standing at the foot of your bed, a shadowy figure with a malevolent aura that was smiling at you sinisterly, waiting for you to notice them so that they could — so that they could — you squeezed your eyes shut and burrowed yourself back under the covers, hugging your knees to your chest and doing your best not to move or breathe or think or anything.

As your thoughts slowed, you blinked, realizing that you had just woken up from a nightmare, and there was a high chance that the person wasn’t real. Creeping back out of the sheets, you took a deep breath and then, all at once, flung them aside and raced to the light switch, flicking it on and holding your hands out in front of you defensively.

There was nothing. Your room was undisturbed, but your heart was still pounding, and you could not bring yourself to go back to sleep, not when the dream had been so vivid. Leaving the lights on, you returned to your bed, sitting on the edge with your legs crossed, turning on your phone and wincing when you saw the time.

Gagamaru’s voice sounded the same when he picked up your call, though it was rough and slightly distorted, no doubt a symptom of the cell service wherever he was. It was thick with sleep, as well, and belatedly you remembered how careful he always was to get a proper amount of sleep.

“Hello, Y/N?” he said.

“Gagamaru,” you sniffed, glancing at the depths of your closet, which were dark and endless and almost certainly contained something or another of the frightening sort. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he said. “Did something happen?”

“No,” you said. “Yes. I can’t sleep.”

“This is why you shouldn’t be on your phone so late. Screens are bad for your eyes,” he said.

“It’s not that,” you said. “I had a nightmare.”

“Ah,” he said. “Like, you saw something scary in your sleep?”

“Yeah,” you said.

“Okay,” he said, and then, abruptly, the call ended. You frowned, and for a moment you were too bewildered to be frightened, but then the emptiness of the house became too overwhelming, the silence without his voice all but deafening. There was a noise from downstairs, creaking and ominous, and though you knew it was most likely just the groan of the house settling or the whine of the fridge, it made you whimper and dive back into the safety of your blankets, leaving the lights on as you stared up at the ceiling.

A few moments later, there was a knock on your window. You waited, hoping beyond hope that it was a figment of your overactive imagination, but right after that was a second knock. You squealed, scrambling backwards, your blankets pulled up to your face, your back pressed against the headboard, only your eyes peeping out so you could stare at the window.

“Y/N, it’s me!” The shout was muffled, but it was undoubtedly Gagamaru, and although you really shouldn’t have been surprised, you were still somehow confused as you crossed your room to open the window for him. 

“Gagamaru?” you said. He was hanging on your windowsill with an uncanny dexterity, and when he saw you, his face split into a wide grin. You stumbled backwards as he swung into your room, shutting the window behind him. 

“You told me you had a nightmare, so I came to see you,” he said. “Was that wrong?”

You and Gagamaru had been going to school together for a while now, but while the others had shunned him for his wild strangeness, you had found it to be entirely appealing. There was a sort of kindness in his inability to sugarcoat anything, and his bluntness contrasted so harshly with your skittish demeanor that it circled around into compatibility. The two of you had been friends almost since you had met, although recently, your relationship with him had grown beyond mere friendship into something more — something that wasn’t quite definable but definitely crossed the line into a closeness that you had never felt with another person before.

“It wasn’t wrong, just unexpected,” you said, already more at ease now that he was there. His mere presence, imposing like a beast, felt like enough to ward anyone off if he didn’t want them there. “Especially that you got here so fast.”

“I know how you are,” he said, flopping onto your bed. “I didn’t want you to be scared for even a moment longer than you had to be. Do you think you’ll be able to sleep if I’m here?”

“Maybe,” you said. “Let me turn off the lights and try.”

You fumbled your way back to the bed in the darkness, lying beside him, your back to his broad chest as you tried to close your eyes. He tossed a casual arm over your waist, exhaling softly, and though you did feel marginally better, you still couldn’t quite bring yourself to sleep.

“Not working?” he said.

“You could tell?” you said.

“Yeah,” he said. “Your breathing isn’t even enough for you to be asleep. Do you want to talk about it?”

“It was horrible,” you said, swallowing, moving so that you could hold onto his hand. “There was a man waiting to kill me. It wasn’t for any reason — he just thought it was funny. He was waiting for me to wake up and realize that I was about to die, and then he was going to do it.”

“Hm,” he murmured sleepily.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you said, a tear dripping from your eyes and splashing onto your pillow. “It’s dumb to be this scared over a dream, isn’t it?”

“You’re not stupid,” he said. “That’s scary. If I had that dream, I’d probably be scared when I woke up, too.”

“I bet you wouldn’t stay this scared for so long,” you said.

“Nah,” he said. “But that’s not a bad thing. I can’t be scared because I’ve gotta look out for you. You know I won’t ever let anything hurt you, right?”

“Even that stupid dream?” you said. “What if it’s real?”

“I’ll beat him up,” Gagamaru mumbled into your hair, adjusting his grip on you so that he could run his fingers along your sides. “I’ve fought a bear before….do you think some guy is going to be anything?”

“I remember that,” you said, laughing softly. He had come into school that day with bandages on his ears and a bruise on his cheek and an effortless attitude, as if it was just another day for him, as if ordinary people also went around wrestling with bears. “You’re crazy.”

“It’s not that hard to do,” he said. “Can you sleep now?”

He used his free hand to cover your eyes, giving you no choice but to close them. You exhaled and found that it would not be so difficult at all.

“I think I can,” you said. “You’ll stay, right? If something happens, you’ll be here?”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, of course I will be. Why would I tell you I’d look out for you and then leave?”

It wasn’t like you were any less frightened, but having Gagamaru by your side was a boost of confidence, enough of one that you could finally be comfortable with drifting off. Maybe it was true that someone might come and try to hurt you. Maybe you’d slip into another nightmare — but this time, when you woke up, it would be with him, and you didn’t think it would be so horrible if he was there.

“I guess you wouldn’t,” you said.

“I wouldn’t,” he affirmed, sounding barely-awake at this point. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight,” you said. “Thank you for coming all of this way.”

“Of course,” he said. “I always will. If you need me, I’ll be there, and that’s a promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” you said with a yawn. “I really will.”

“You do that,” he said, wrapping himself around you tighter. It was then, and only then, that you could finally settle into sleep — one thankfully free of anything but happier scenes, some of them even reminiscent of the first days that you had met Gagamaru.

[ahedderick]

Kitchen

I got slightly nauseated recently seeing a post with weird, white expensive-looking kitchens, everything so off-kilter and false-looking. You know the one. I'm posting my own kitchen as a rebuttal.

The parts that are pine we bought from a local mill, the black locust countertops are from trees cut here after a damaging windstorm. My husband built the cabinets and countertops. We did all the installation, including the ceiling. We had help from a plumber to install the new sink and the dishwasher, and help from tile-guys for the tile behind the oven and sink. My number one rule was that I wanted the cabinets to extend all the way to the ceiling. I didn't want an upper surface above where I could easily clean just getting trashed with dust and fine oil particles from cooking. I have a nifty little step ladder and I can access the top cupboards when I need to without too much effort. (Also, I accidentally crinkled the dog treat bag, which is why Chance and Rosalie rushed into the picture.)

Butcherblock table, highly worn. Random clutter of plants, fruit, mason jars, coffeemaker, condiments, etc. It would be a more efficient kitchen if it didn't have FIVE doors (attic, back porch, pantry, living room, basement), but it pretty much serves my needs.

[daydreams-after-dark]

What's your fanfic fantasy? part 5

Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Parts 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Chapter Summary: You and Minho chat after Chan leaves the room. You find out why Minho agreed to fulfilling your fantasy, and you instigate some roleplay.

Premise: OFC + Chan + Jisung 18+ fanfic. This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Warnings: anal fingering, anal sex, role play, blindfolds, coming inside, fantasy play, comfort.

“Do you think Chan’s okay?” you ask as Minho nestles into the bed resting his head on his hands. He looks up at the ceiling and sighs.

“He did seem weird.” He agrees. “But I’m sure he’ll be fine. Jisung will look after him.' His tone is reassuring.

You slide down alongside him propping yourself up on an elbow to gaze at him. “I suppose so.”

You can’t help but feel concerned. Chan’s behaviour had been so odd, and you worry that you’re to blame. What if you’ve freaked him out somehow? But Minho’s right, Jisung would be with him now. He knows Chan more than anyone. He’ll know what he needs in this moment. Right? Right? You’re not entirely convinced.

“W-was this okay?” Minho asks with a hesitant voice, breaking your thoughts.

You look at him excitedly. “Yeah!” You grin like an idiot. “I don’t know where you learnt to be so…. skilled.” you smirk.

“So it was satisfactory then?” he searches your face.

Oh dear God what kind of question is that? Satisfactory? It was fucking perfect. Minho was perfect. You can’t fathom why he is feeling so insecure.

“I hope you didn’t mind me asking to take the blindfold off?” he adds. He watches your face carefully for your reaction.

“No, of course not.” You rest your hand on his muscular chest hoping to reassure him. “I actually thought it was endearing.” You circle his nipple with a finger.

“Really?” he says, sounding surprised.

You lean your head on his chest and he wraps an arm around you, and you snuggle in. “Mmm. It made my heart feel like it was going to pound of my chest, and… and actually,” you hesitate to continue, “I was really glad it was you.”

Minho beams at you.

“So what made you want to take it off?” you ask.

Minho takes a moment to consider his answer. “It just felt… right. Like the right thing to do. I thought I’d be okay with leaving it on…but… I needed to see your eyes.” He smiles sheepishly. “Is that cheesy?”

He is literally the sweetest man alive. “Nah.. Not cheesy.” you smile.

“You don’t think I’m…like… weird do you? With this fucking a stranger fantasy?” you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth.

Minho chuckles and squeezes your arm. “Nah, everyone’s got fantasies.” He hums.

You rub your thumb over his nipple and he shudders. “So how did Chan approach you about - this?” you're curious to know. It’s not something you go around proposing to people on a daily basis. Well apart from this week it seems.

“Hmmm. Well I can only imagine he didn’t ask Jisung because he can’t stay quiet, and you’ve fucked him already.” He explains like it’s common knowledge. “Then Felix has someone.” He adds, ruling him out too.

You fling your head up in excitement “Wait. What? Since when? Wow! About time. He's such a nice guy!” You gush. Felix has someone? You make a mental note to poke him about it tomorrow.

“Yeah, didn’t you know? He’s got a girlfriend now. I think they’ve been together for a few months.”

You rest your head back down. Fuck.

“Then there’s Binnie.” Minho continues his deductions. “I don’t think Chan asked him because Bin would hate you to confuse him with someone else. He’d be livid. He wants you to know exactly who’s fucking you. He wants you to see exactly what he’s doing to you. Plus- ”

“HIS HANDS!” You both exclaim and burst into laughter.

“Have you seen how rough they are? You’d guess it was him the minute he touched you.” Minho shivers with disgust like he’s imagining Binnie’s filthy hands on him. Minho doesn’t like rough hands then?

Binnie does sound interesting, and you wonder what it would be like to experience him.

“So you were what was left then?” you tease.

"Yah!" he pinches your arm playfully. “I was the best person for the job. I ticked all the boxes. Quiet. Careful. Diligent. Mysterious”. You gaze at him. He is right. He was the best person for the job.

“Hmm. So did Chan just come up to you and ask directly, or?” you push. You are so curious, you can't leave the subject alone.

“Pretty much, yeah. He explained the situation, asked if I would want to do it. And I said yes… obvs.” He shrugs like he does this kind of favour all the time.

“And why did you say yes?” you press.

Minho hesitates and wriggles to adjust his position. Maybe you overstepped with that question? “I… I wanted to take my mind off someone.” He sighs.

“Oh.” You go quiet and wonder if you should ask him more, or just leave it. You continue to caress Minho’s chest and stomach while silence fills the room.

“You know how I do dance performance?” he asks eventually, breaking the silence.

That’s right, when he’s not performing for the band he dances. He is a wonderful, powerful, strong dancer. You take in his physique. Mmm, definitely a dancer’s body.

“Well there’s this guy. His name is Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin. You say the name in your head trying it out.

“You like this Hyunjin?” you ask softly.

“Fuck do I like him, kitten!” he wails. “He is the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen. He’s elegant but strong.” He sighs again as he describes him. “The way he moves it’s art… and his lips… Oh y/n, they’re the most plush lips I’ve ever seen. He’s perfect. Long hair, long fingers, long -”

“Long dick?” you poke and look up at his face, but he looks defeated.

“I… I wouldn’t know.” He says solemnly.

“Have you told him how you feel?” you ask.

“No… But there was this one night. After practice. Everyone else had gone home and I stayed back to work on a routine. I thought I was alone, but Hyunjin was there…watching me. He came out of the shadows and began dancing too.

I know it sounds silly, and like nothing, but it felt so intimate.

We practiced for hours until we were exhausted and I collapsed on the floor out of breath.” He pauses for a moment, wrapping his arm tighter around you. You in turn, wrap your arm around his torso in a hug.

“Hyunjin laid on the floor next to me. We were both just laying on our backs trying to catch our breath. Fuck his breathing is beautiful too. Then I felt his fingertips touch mine. I thought it was an accident at first. Until his fingers interlaced with mine."

"What did you do?" you whispered, hanging on every word of his story.

"I didn’t know what the fuck to do. So I just laid there. Then… Then Hyunjin... He slid closer to me and leaned over me.”

You can hear the longing in Minho’s voice as he tells his story.

“He was looking into my soul, y/n. I was mesmerized. Frozen still. I could’ve sworn he was going to kiss me, but…”

“But what?” you whisper.

“We heard a noise outside in the corridor. Someone had come back to the studio to collect something they left. Hyunjin was startled and he left. Just got up and left. Without a word. Then that was it.” He finishes his story and goes quiet.

Wow. You don’t know what to say. Poor Minho. Poor Minho’s heart.

“So were you able to take your mind off him tonight?” You try to lighten the mood.

“Does it sound like it?” he huffs, then laughs. “Actually for a little while yes. Thank you.” He says sincerely.

You lean back up on your elbows and scan the room, wondering whether you are meant to go back to your own room or stay here. Your eyes rest on the blindfold. You have an idea. A devious part of you springs into action.

“Minho?” you ask.

“Hmm hmm?” he responds lazily.

“I’m going to blindfold you. Is that okay?”

He looks at you suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah.” He replies slowly, unsure about what you're doing.

You reach across his body to grab the blindfold, your breasts practically smacking him in the face as you do. “Just trust me.” you say as you place the blindfold over Minho’s eyes and secure it at the back.

“If you don’t like it I promise I’ll stop.” you reassure him. Minho lays there compliantly. He’s such a good boy.

“So,” You begin slowly running your finger down his chest and abdomen. “You have fantasies about this Hyunjin do you?”

“All the time.” Minho answers without hesitation.

“Do you imagine Hyunjin kissing your body?” you ask.

“Y-yes” replies Minho.

You kiss his chest delicately. His muscles tense. You kiss him again this time on his stomach, gently exploring the dips of his muscles with your lips. Minho’s breath starts to falter.

“Do you imagine Hyunjin touching your cock?” You whisper as you make your way down down down to Minho’s partially hard cock. You take it in your hand. For the first time that night. Well the first time ever, really. But you don’t plan to be y/n right now.

“Yes” he whispers back and swallows hard.

“Does he stroke you like this?” You slowly and gently stroke up and down his shaft. He moans softly. “Yes. Yes he does.” he manages to respond.

You watch his breathing become laboured and soft little moans start to fall from his lips as you stroke his cock.

“You know Minho,” you remove your hand from him and he whimpers at the suddenness of you letting it go.

“Hyunjin wants to suck your cock.” You say in a low tone. “Will you let him? Would you like him to?”

Minho nods vigorously. “Yes! Yes.. Please”. His cock twitches as he begs for Hyunjin’s mouth.

You position yourself between Minho’s legs and take hold of his cock again. How would Hyunjin give head? You have no idea. Minho isn’t fully hard yet, so sink your mouth down over him, taking him all in your mouth.

Minho moans in approval as you continue to gently suck and pull his cock with you mouth until he is rock hard.

“Hyunjin likes having your cock in his mouth.” You hum. “He looks so good sucking you off like this.” you do your very best to give Minho the best blow job of his life - as Hyunjin not as y/n.

Minho starts to breath faster. This is exciting for him. you want to keep playing this game. You want to please him.

You circle your tongue around Minho’s tip, tasting his pre-cum, before sinking back down the shaft.

“Oh fuck! This feels so good, Hyun - ”

“That’s right, Minho. Hyunjin is doing so well isn’t he?” you purr between motions.

Minho seems to be in his own world, he’s actually imagining you as Hyunjin. If you're honest it’s turning you on.

“Mmmm...aaah” he's getting noisy, which is a far cry from earlier on when he was so conscientiousness, diligent and so silent for most of it. You're loving watching Minho let go, lose control.

He whines and whimpers and begs for Hyunjin to keep going. You can see he is starting to come undone as he cries for Hyunjin to take him to the stars.

You want Hyunjin to please him.

You slip your mouth off of his cock and reach for the coconut oil. Minho cries out as though he’s been abandoned. “Hyunjin… please.”

“Minho?” You say timidly. “Hyunjin wants to ride your cock. Would that be okay?”

Minho tenses up at those words and hisses through his teeth. “P-please-" is all he can muster.

“Can he? You need to say it Minho.” You urge firmly.

“Please.. Hyunjin.. Fuck.. I need to be inside you.”

“Okay… it’s okay, Minho. Hyunjin will sort you out. He wants to take care of you.”

Minho sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, and you think he is going to come at just the thought of being ridden by Hyunjin.

“Minho? Hyunjin needs you to help stretch him open. Can you help him get ready so he take your cock?” You shimmy back to Minho’s side poking your ass towards him. You take his hand and pour some oil in it and direct his fingers to your ass.

Minho begins to press on and circle your asshole, much like he did earlier that night, and it doesn’t take him long to be working two fingers in and out of you. It’s hard to stay quiet but you don’t let your moans escape. You don’t want to distract Minho from his fantasy.

“That’s it, Minho.” you say. Fuck, his fingers feel so good that you rock back on his hands. You take his cock back in your hand and resume stroking it while you're being fingered.

“Hyunjin needs just one more finger.” you pant. It’s getting hard to suppress the sounds of pleasure.

Minho works another finger into you, stretching you open. You already feel so full like you're going to be torn in two, how are you going to fit his dick inside?

An orgasm approaches. Not yet, you tell yourself. “Hyunjin is ready for your cock now.” you announce.

Minho removes his fingers leaving you feeling empty. Hyunjin's going to be a lucky man if he ever experiences what Minho can do with his fingers.

You straddle Minho and pour a generous amount of oil over his cock. You hover over him, and holding his cock behind you, you guide him to your entrance. You haven’t had anal in a long time and you hope you can do this as gracefully as you want to. You want Minho to really feel like it's Hyunjin he's fucking.

Minho’s cock presses against your rim as you begin to sink yourself down onto it. The tip slips in fairly easily. There’s not a lot of resistance. You've really slicked up his cock, and Minho really knows how to work a hole.

He sucks a breath between his teeth and tenses his stomach muscles. “Fuck… Hyunjin… Oh God.” He pants.

You exhale slowly as you sink a little further down his cock. It’s so much more than a few fingers and you take a moment to adjust. It’s a mixture of a burning sensation, being stretched as far open as you can possibly imagine whilst being filled so fucking deep that your eyes might get poked out.

It’s glorious. You want more.

Eventuallly, you push yourself down all the way so Minho is fully inside of you.

You catch your breath. “Minho? Does Hyunjin feel good?” you manage.

“Hyunjin…” Minho grips the sheets with his hands in desperation. “Please… please… please… I need you to fuck me.”

You begin to slowly slide yourself up and down Minho’s cock. Just a little at first. As you pick up the rhythm the intensity builds. It feels almost unbearable, but you're full of lust and you're on a mission.

“Hyunjin thinks you feel so fucking good.” you growl as you bounce up and down harder. Your cunt clenches as you're being fucked in the ass.

“He looks so good riding your pretty cock.” you pant.

Minho has well and truly lost control. He isn’t even trying to hold in the primal sounds now. You allow yourself to moan now too, hoping it won’t distract him. You fucking want to scream but you don’t want to bring Minho out of his fantasy.

You rock your hips back and forth, rolling them so that your clit rubs against his lower belly. The wetness from your pussy covers his body and allows you to slide back hard against his cock. The angle of the thrusts reaching parts of you that have never been reached.

“Fuck!” you cry out. Everything that can be clenched clenches, and your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. Waves upon waves of relief wash over you.

“Fuck… Hyun - ” Minho cries out now. “I’m so close.”

You compose yourself and try to stay in character. “That’s right, Minho. Come for Hyunjin.” you urge him on as you pick up the pace again.

“Hyunjin needs your cum.” You pull yourself up off his cock and slam yourself back down.

Minho cries out.

“He wants you to come so far up inside of him… he wants to know your cum is inside him long after this… Can you do that? Can-”

Minho bucks his hips up against you, and pumps his cock violently into you.

“Hyunjin!” He cries out as he comes and you can feel the warmth of his release deep inside you.

You take your time to catch your breath before sliding off of Minho and curling back up alongside him. You quickly find a towel and place it behind you to catch any cum that leaks out.

Well that was wild!

Minho is shaking and panting like he has a fever, as you reach up and remove the blindfold. His eyes are watery and his cheeks are flushed.

He finds your gaze and smiles. “Thank you.” He whispers.

You return the smile and snuggle in close. You both lay there for what feels like an eternity.

“Y/n?” he asks eventually. “Can we...Would it be okay to keep this just between us?”

“Of course, Minho.” you promise. “It’ll remain in the sanctity of the Boudoir.”

You hold each other as you drift off to sleep dreaming of other people.

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[creepyclothdoll]

Ant Problem

I really thought it was a dog. I swear. I swear I didn’t know.

How could I? Vi never told me anything. She just expected people to know.

Walking into Grandma Vi’s house was like walking into a halloween haunted maze made out of ant traps. Flypaper hung from the ceiling and walls like streamers. The floor was littered in dusty plastic traps, and empty and half-full boxes of borax and liquid ant killer were stacked along the walls. The smell of the place was strange and cloying. Soap and poison. 

I never liked being there. She made me uncomfortable, even as a kid, when her paranoia wasn’t her defining trait just yet. 

She was a neat freak back then. Her rules were foreign to me, but not as foreign as the genuine outrage she expressed when those rules were broken. I didn’t even know what a coaster was, why was I being snapped at for putting my water cup down? You’re not sleeping in the attic bed, why are you so pissed at me for leaving it un-made? Don’t get mad at me for not drying the entire shower after I’ve used it– I didn’t even know anybody did that.

Grandma Vi would never tell you what weird unusual protocols she expected you to follow, she’d just fly off the handle when you didn’t do it, and that’s how you’d find out that it was disrespectful to wear a hat indoors or not offer to wash the dishes as a guest. She’d turn up her sharp jaw and suck her thin teeth and scowl endlessly.

I could honestly say that I missed that version of her. 

Compared to this Grandma Vi, that one was a delight. 

This Grandma Vi collected dirty paper dishes in her room. She stacked them high. She sprayed them with bleach. She refused to let me wash them– the sink drains were all clogged in the house now, stuffed with paper towels and borax. 

“Ants could get in through there,” she explained. 

When I brought Grandma Vi her groceries, they had to undergo a period of “disinfecting,” in which they were double-bagged in black trash bags and sealed for two days. This, Vi reasoned, would suffocate any insects that might be passengers inside the lettuce or the cornflake boxes. 

No sugar, obviously. Ants loved sugar. 

I tried not to eat in front of Vi. The day I spent as her full-time caretaker, I unwrapped an egg sandwich in front of her and it sent her into a panic attack.

“You’re dropping crumbs all over the floor!” she screamed.

I wasn’t. And even if I was, it’s not like the floor could get any dirtier. Vi would not let me vacuum because I did it wrong. Vi didn’t vacuum either– she couldn’t. Just walking around the house left her fatigued. Her hair had always been long and thick, but it was so hard for her to care for now that she’d had it shaved near to the scalp. She’d struggle to lift anything heavier than a spoon. 

I reminded myself of that daily. Grandma Vi was a sick, dying old woman. She was in pain. She was used to independence and solitude. This was the worst she’d ever felt and the most disempowered she had ever been. 

And, importantly, my dad was paying me to do this. Because someone had to. 

So I tried not to hate her guts. And I ate my meals outside, on the picnic table in what used to be her garden, even in the winter. I refrained from cleaning without her permission. I never, ever, ever used the front door. 

The front door could let in ants.

The ant obsession– I never found out where that came from. My dad just shrugged it off as one more drop in a giant bucket of assorted mental illnesses. 

“She’s been getting worse ever since Grandpa Joe passed,” dad said to me over the phone while I called him, crying in my car one day. Vi’s husband had been gone since before I was born. If there was a tolerable version of her, I never met it. “Grandma Vi relied on him. When your mom was growing up, Vi was actually a very quiet, mellow person. She was never… nice. But she felt safe. She had security. She didn’t feel like she had to go on the attack all the time.”

I hated imagining my mom as a child in this horrible house. 

“Your Grandpa Joe was a nice person,” dad said. “Not like her at all. I believe that missing him is a big part of what made her crazy.”

I didn’t argue with him, but I didn’t think he was right. Because in Grandma Vi’s halloween haunted house of traps and poison, every single photo of Grandpa Joe– a tall, dark, handsome man with a very kind smile– had been turned backwards to face the wall. 

The first month I was there was quiet. Then the scratching started. 

It sounded like a raccoon climbing around on the roof and walls. Every time I thought it was done, it started up again. It was the deep of night, and I couldn’t sleep. I slipped out of the attic bed where Vi still expected me to sleep and climbed the ladder down to the main floor. There was a porch light outside. I hoped it would scare away any animals. 

But as I started unlocking the back door, a sharp, cold hand grabbed my arm. I jumped. Vi was there, her dark eyes wide, her wrinkled face pulled tightly into a mask of pure terror. 

“Don’t open the door,” she hissed.

“I’m just turning the light on,” I said. I unlatched the door.

Vi screamed, and I felt a sudden hot pain across my face. I put my fingers to my cheek and felt blood. Vi had scratched me. I swore, and she re-latched the door. I ran to the bathroom to wash my new cuts out in the clogged sink. 

When I found Vi again, she was in bed. She wasn’t sleeping, though. And she definitely wasn’t sorry. 

“If you attack me again, I’m leaving,” I said to her. 

“You oughtta be grateful,” Vi said. “You don’t even know what you almost did, stupid.”

I refrained from calling her the names I was thinking of calling her in my head. I swallowed those teeth and asked,

“What did I almost do?”

Vi laughed. 

“You were just gonna let in those ants.”

In Vi’s house, I was never to leave the house at night. I was never to open the back door at night. I was never to open the front door at all. I was never, under any circumstances, to let anyone else inside the house. 

The scratching would come every few nights. Once it started, Vi finally started asking me to fix things around the house. She didn’t let me clean, but she did make me go up on the roof and look for holes. Nests. Anywhere ants could be living or trying to get in. And for once, to her credit, I did find some damage. It looked like termites, maybe. I sprayed bug killer and sealed up the chewed spots.

One day, Vi screamed at the top of her lungs in the middle of the night. I ran into her room to find her frantically springing from her bed. She collapsed into a dresser and knocked over the stack of paper plates she kept there, sanitized with bleach. She was staring at the window with pure horror. I didn’t see anything out there. She wouldn’t tell me what she saw. She only wept and shook and cried Joe’s name over and over. The next day she had me cover that window with cardboard and plastic and seal it. And then I had to re-seal it, because she saw a microscopic space that no one else would notice. Big enough for a potential ant to get in.

“You never met your Grandpa Joe,” Vi said to me out of the blue one day. Her room was lightless and stuffy, and she had spent her recent days sitting in bed and doing nothing but listen to audiobooks on an old cd player. “You never saw him.”

“I heard he was nice,” I said. 

“He’s dead,” she said. “He’s never coming back.”

“My dad says he’s with us in spirit,” I said. “He says he can feel him sometimes, loving us.”

“Listen, you moronic little girl. He’s dead. He’s not with us. So if you ever see him around, you better tell me. And you better keep the doors locked.”

I was taken aback.

“Have you seen him?” I asked.

“No. But the ants have. They’ve seen him and they know what he looks like. And I’ve seen the ants.”

Vi would deteriorate a little bit at a time, and then a lot at once. When I started, I wondered if we’d develop some sort of closeness over time. That was a very silly idea. The more Vi needed me, the less she could stand me. She would snip at me and scream at me. The first time she needed my help in the bathroom, I was punished for helping her with a long string of insults and criticism which, at this point, I had learned to tune out. 

I brought her a bowl of corn flakes in a paper plate in bed. She commanded me to spray her stacks of paper plates with bleach while she ate. 

“I don’t think that’s safe,” I said. She shot me a dagger glare.

“You want ants in here?” she said. 

“I just think this is an unventilated room and it’s not safe to spray bleach all over everything.”

Vi responded to this by throwing her bowl of corn flakes at me. Cereal splashed all over the floor. Milk soaked into my sweater and my hair.

“That’s it,” I said. 

I took my wet sweater off. I changed pants. I took the vacuum cleaner out of its dusty closet. 

Vi screamed and screamed at me as I cleaned up the mess. I took all of the paper plates and put them in garbage bags. I took down the flypaper. I threw the empty borax boxes in the dumpster. 

Vi couldn’t do anything but sob while I took over the house. When I got thirsty, I set my cup down on the table without a coaster. 

I was worried the neighbors were going to call the cops with all the yelling and crying going on, but no one did. Once, I looked out the window and saw a dark man in dark clothes standing on the sidewalk across from the house. I couldn’t see his eyes under his cap, but I thought he was looking at me. There was something familiar and disturbing about him which I couldn’t place. And then he was just gone. I looked away for a second and he had disappeared.

The sun went down. I came into Vi’s room with her dinner and her pills.

“You hate me,” she glared. “You really, really hate me. I must deserve it.”

“Vi, I cleaned your house.”

“You’re gonna let in those ants.”

“If ants get in, we’ll just stomp them. Listen, I’m not gonna live here and help you if I can’t live in this house.”

“Then you better let me die.” She scowled at me. I rolled my eyes. 

There was a scratching sound at the front door. Vi jumped and pulled the blanket up like a child afraid of the dark.

I stood up to go see the source of the noise.

“Get back here!” Vi shouted. “I’m just seeing what it is,” I said.

“You stupid bitch! Get back here!” Vi screamed louder as I walked up the hall to the front door. The scratches sounded heavy, huge. Not like a raccoon at all, but something bigger. For a second, I had a sudden, irrational thought– it was that man I saw before. It was that tall man with the cap. And when I opened the door, I thought, I would see him standing there, his uncannily and unplaceably familiar face grinning at me. And his teeth would be black, and his eyes dark and gleaming. I got scared. My fingers stopped on the latch. 

I flipped on the front porch light.

I peeked through the hole.

Of course there was no man. It was a dog.

A big black lab. He had a collar around his neck. He scratched the door again, tail wagging.

I hadn’t seen this dog around the neighborhood before, but to be fair, I hadn’t been able to get out very much in the past few months. It could very well be a neighbor dog. He was big, but he looked skinny. His dark coat shined slick in the porch light. 

I unlocked the front door. The dog looked at me through the screen, its glittering dark eyes docile. 

“Hi,” I said to the dog. The dog wagged its tail slowly. “Are you lost?”

The dog didn’t whine or bark, but only pawed at the door again.

Vi would never, in a million billion years, let me help this dog. But Vi wasn’t in charge anymore. So I opened the door.

I only meant to step outside and check his collar. But the moment the door was open, the big black dog strode into the house. 

Not a labrador, I realized. Maybe some kind of great pyrenees mix. It was big. Huge, even. It crossed the threshold and I swore it seemed to grow.

Not a pyrenees. A dane.

As the dog brushed past me, I reached my hand down to pet his dark coat.

My fingers passed through something grainy, crunchy, and moving. Something which slithered in rivers around my fingers, millions of tiny legs–chitinous, feathery, pinching.

Not a dane.

Not a dog.

The creature didn’t move right as it lurched down the hall. The legs bent wrong. The body writhed. It moved quickly, with purpose. 

I was too shocked to move. The dog-thing swelled up into an enormous, amorphous mass, and flooded into Grandma Vi’s bedroom, where she was already screaming.

I ran to her. I did hate her, but I ran to her. Maybe I meant to help her. Maybe I just wanted to see.

Either way, by the time I got there, there was nearly nothing left of Grandma Vi but a thrashing corpse. 

I couldn’t tell when the wild flailing stopped being her death throes and started being purely the erratic undulations and tossings and turnings of millions of tiny black ants, moving her bones. 

They crawled all over the floor. They crawled all over the ceiling. They crawled over my arms and legs. Not biting, just moving over me on their way to and from her.

I turned and fled the house.

The ants didn’t follow me. They were far too engrossed in dismantling their quarry.

I really didn’t know. How could I? Vi never told me.

She expected me to just know. 

[justheretodump]

pt 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

disclaimer again that this is dc x dp x miraculous ladybug x spiderman

for those who aren't familiar with every show, here's a lore explanation

---

martian manhunter and zatara zatanna were both currently in a small arabian town.

the plan was quite simple. after scouting the town for any sign of the league of assasins, and asking the locals about recent affairs, they'd both quickly realized the town was fairly peaceful. no weird or suspicious activity to uncover, they moved on to inflitrating the pit's location.

martian manhunter, with his intangibility, could easily scout the league of assasins' base without rousing suspicion.

this plan was, of course, foiled when the league of assasins was nowhere to be found.

martian manhunter had brought back the information with the most disbelief his monotone voice could carry. as he explained, the whole underground base surrounding the natural pit was empty, most supplies left behind in exchange for a rapid disappearance. he had not gone to see the pit, too surprised to continue exploring without her.

zatanna had thought it weird that she found no trace of the league of assasins in the town. now she knew why.

infiltrating the remote shelter, they found themselves walking through a cold, stale hallway made of old limestone bricks. to add to the creepy atmosphere, the lightbulbs strung along the ceiling corners, hastily connected by exposed wires, flickered as they went.

they spoke as they paced forward.

"it's unlike the league of assasins to abandon one of their bases so casually," said zatanna, eyeing all intersections warily.

"yes. whatever happened, let us hope we do not encounter it," intoned j'onn. his eyes flickered as he gazed at something beyond, "my vision continues to find no enemies waiting for us."

"yeah, right," grumbled zatanna, "we can't rule out a trap. best stay alert. you told batman we're down here, right?"

a nod.

"at least that still works." her eyes zeroed in on an intersection ahead, "the pit's essence is emitting from the left corridor, but it's... weak."

on high alert, both inched forward. turning the corner, they stumbled upon a sturdy vault door, thrown open and leading down a staircase.

deeper underground they went, footsteps slow and hesitant. reaching the last step, they stepped into a round cave. at its center, a crater the size of a pool was dug into the earth.

zatanna's expression furrowed in confusion, "there's nothing. i'd wager he moved the whole thing but..." she crouched, eyeing the terrain, "that's a pretty big decision to make. why would ra's move a whole section of his operations?" her fingers brushed the dirt, "no remnants..."

both figures stood at the edge and peered in.

"perhaps batman should be informed."

nodding at j'onn's words, she pulled out her justice league comm. a quick dial and oracle's voice patched through, "hey z! status report?"

"we're okay, no danger so far. but the pit's not here, and neither is the league of assasins."

a second of silence from the other end. "explain."

"martian manhunter located the base and the league was gone. we accessed the place and followed the pit traces to an empty room. the essence is here, but there's no water. if it's a trap, they're taking a while."

zatanna shuffled on her feet as she heard oracle's voice move farther away from the receiver. a tap on her shoulder accompanied j'onn's soft call of her name, but she waved it away as batman's demanding tone through the comm kept her attention.

while zatanna argued with the caped crusader, j'onn j'onzz stared in alarm at the shimmering, kneeling figure taking form in the middle of the crater.

translucent as she was, the red of her figure was hard to miss. a cropped long-sleeve shirt with black dots, midriff giving way to biker shorts in the same color and pattern. her waist had a utility belt, her hands were covered by black gloves, and her combat boots laced up to the knee.

as whatever strengthened her existence fortified itself, her face became clearer. a black metal mask covered her lower features, stopping at the bridge of her nose. here, her eyes were clear to see, two black orbs that blinked rapidly. her short, black hair exhibited two long antenna-like objects that stood upright.

j'onn steeled his voice. "zatanna, would you please help me attend to our guest?"

zatanna whipped her head around, gaping at the girl. she whispered a small "shit", pocketed her comm, and came to stand by j'onn. "another ghost? but there's no water!"

they braced themselves for a fight. the figure peered at them, head tilting to the side.

"deux âmes vivantes? et pas d'ectoplasme… étrange, je jure qu'il y avait un portail ici." the voice was human, high-pitched but a bit electronic.

"french?..." zatanna whispered, confusion in her tone.

it unclasped a pouch at its hip. the two heroes shifted even lower, eyes tracking every movement. its hand dipped and pulled out a pocket watch, and from where he stood, j'onn could make out a green clock face.

it reached a finger up and circled it anticlockwise over the dial.

its form began to waver, shape becoming more and more elusive.

the events that next transpired happened in quick succession. firstly, j'onn slowly understood that the figure infront of them was about to disappear. secondly, the figure glanced at them and seemed to soften its eyes. it spoke, "ne vous inquiétez pas, nous allons résoudre ce problème." and thirdly, as a flash of green overtook the room, all j'onn could glimpse before closing his eyes was the flowing visage of zatanna's coattails as she rushed forward.

in the transpiring quiet, j'onn could only gaze at the air in front of him - void of both the figure and zatanna.

---

danny fenton had been prince of the infinite realms for two months. 10th grade had ended only a week ago, and already it proved to be a busy summer, his time divided between taking care of rogue ghosts in amity park and learning the way's of the ghost court underneath the tutelage of princess dorathea.

who knew being next in line to rule was so much work?

presently, both were in the throne room with a table placed in the center. on it was spread a copy of the infinity map. it, and the other copies now stored in the castle's archive, were made after jazz had made a pointed comment about having only one record of his realm's geography. clockwork had chimed in that knowing one's kingdom was the duty of a ruler, and perhaps he should focus on gaining familiarity with his domain.

the conversation had culminated with a pending lesson on map markings alongside the princess.

as dorathea, for the hundreth time, groaned "no, danny, that's not arthur's lake, this is arthur's lake" as she fixed his plotting rod, the throne room doors lashed open with a great boom.

fright knight stood there, tall and proud, and with a deep voice, called in alarm, "your highness! grave danger approaches!"

dorathea eeked in surprise, rod bumping some of the table figures onto the ground. danny lifted an eyebrow at her rather judgingly, before fixing fright knight with a deadpan expression. "yeah, like last wednesday when cujo stole your sword and you thought it was a thief? or the friday before that, when you said the castle was crumbling to dust but it was actually a broken shingle from a kid's snowball?"

fright knight spluttered, hands waving around, before he resumed, "no, your highness! you must believe me! a message from the observants has come through and it speaks of great trouble ahead."

danny pursed his lips, and sat back in his seat, southern drawl disinterested, "didn't we already establish those guys aren't the most trusthworthy folk? better to get the details from clockwork, ya know?"

fright knight stalked forward, standing at the end of the table. dorathea slowly stepped away and out of sight, hurrying down a side corridor.

"your highness, i implore you to reconsider. the observants send word of a group, highly trained and dangerous. they've managed to sneak into the tribunal, and steal an object under their protection."

danny frowned, "i thought they were all-seeing, why didn't they stop it?"

"therein lies the crux of the matter, your highness," fright knight's voice grew troubled, "they could not see it. they had no knowledge that such a thing would happen. they fear that whatever these individuals can do, it is unknowable to them."

here, danny's thoughts jumbled up. he had no idea was to say to his friend - the idea of a power hidden from even the observant's eyes had never ocurred to him. did clockwork know? would he also be kept unaware by this weird group?

danny tried to speak but choked. what would a prince do? what would a prince say?

fright knight's upright position sagged. slowly, he put a hand on danny's shoulder, warm and sturdy. "come, your highness. let us exchange thoughts with our allies."

---

spiderkid was confused and delirious.

one second, he was standing on the queensboro bridge with ironman, having decided to go sightseeing after felinity had talked them into it, and the next a heavy weight had crashed into his back.

ghosts couldn't really fall, they could float, but his stomach dropped as he felt the familiar rush of air. how had he tumbled over the ledge of the bridge? he didn't know, but his last glimpse was the underside of the bridge, and the brief thought that his spider sense hadn't flared.

in one blink, his vision had gone green, and in the next blink, he'd choked on water.

swimming upward, he broke free, mouth gasping as his head reached the surface. his lungs weren't working, painful coughs tearing his throat apart. his arms flailed, struggling to keep him afloat.

in the middle of a trash, a foreign hand gripped the back of his shirt. a sharp tug backward, and he was lifted out of the liquid.

calloused fingers wiped the water out of his eyes, smoothed his eyebrows, pushed away his bangs. a gruff voice shushed him smoothly and gently. thick arms gathered him into a sturdy chest and he laid his head in exhaustion.

a young man's face stared into spiderkid's eyes. they were brown but with tinges of green. he had scars all over his features, a crooked nose telling of broken bone. he sported a buzzcut with a streak of white.

"peter?" his voice wavered, an accent warping his r, "pete? oh my god, peter... my peter... my son..."

as spiderkid sat in this stranger's embrace, he had the faint thought that peter was a pretty dumb name.

[hoonzsn]

LOVE STRUCK — in where jay and yn, the maid of honor and best man, have to share a hotel room for a week.

## SYNOPSIS; in where — Jay and yn have to share the same hotel room for the week due to the soon-to-be wedded duo accidentally booking too late, causing all the other rooms to become unavailable.

!! WARNING — swearing (I think that's all)

;; GENRE — pure fluff and light jokes

% WORD COUNT — 1.3k

The sound of her newly done white acrylic nails, clicking impatiently on the marble reception desk filled the tense room.

Jay stood there, a big displeased frown on his face, matching with yn. Trying his best to find a way to fix whatever was wrong with the room arrangements.

“Why can’t we just get another room?” She asked, her voice getting higher with each word leaving her smooth lips.

“I don’t get it, they never told us about this.” A scoff escaped from Jay’s mouth, his eyebrows furrowed together in a frustrated motion.

“As i’ve said before, I have no say in this ma’am, and sir. I’m just doing as i’ve been told.” The red-clothed female receptionist spoke, bowing her head down in apology as she shyly shoved some hair behind her ear.

“Isn’t there any other room?” Her frown grew bigger with each second that passed. Not pleased with how this is going. “I’ll take anything,”

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid there’s no other rooms left, ma’am.” The receptionist's answer caused a loud sigh to come from the two figures in front of her.

Yn slowly, yet hesitantly took the key in front of her, striding away from the desk, and Jay.

Jay walked quickly after her, trying to catch up to the woman dressed in a cute flowy summer dress. His hand reached up to take her bag as a reflex.

“It won’t be that bad,” He spoke, causing her to swiftly turn around to face him with a weirded-out expression. Her eyes scanned his face to see if he was really serious, then shook her head and turned back around, walking slightly faster this time.

A light chuckle could be heard from Jay as he watched her walk away to the elevator. Following immediately after her.

After a few moments, they finally made it to their room. Jay stood by the doorway as he waited for yn to settle in, pushing in their luggage afterwards.

As she sat down comfortably on the king-sized double bed, she watched as Jay closed the door to the hotel room, glaring at him with hawk eyes.

“You know, I can feel you staring at me,” He spoke up, taking off his shoes to put on the slippers in front of him on the shoe rack. He looked up at her, an eyebrow raised at why she was looking at him like that.

“We need rules,” She stated, her tone sounding quite stern, catching him off guard. “Rules?” He tilted his head to the side, confused about what she was talking about.

“Rules for what?” He repeated himself, dragging their luggage to the side, and sitting down on the beige minimalistic couch, turning his body to the side to look back at her on the bed.

“Rules so we don’t end up doing something dumb this week,” She trailed off, continuing. “Rules as in; we cannot be sleeping on the same bed.”

Jay looked at her, lost and confused. “What?” A small gap formed between his lips, his eyebrows furrowed in total and utter confusion at what she’s saying right now.

“It’s weird. We’re only here for our friend’s wedding and nothing more. We shouldn’t sleep on the same bed, Jay.”

Now he had understood what she meant. Jay just laughed it off, thinking of it as some joke, which caused yn to look at him with a frown. “You think I’m joking.”

“No, I don’t, I understand your point completely,” He said through his small groups of laughter. “I’m serious Jay! You’ll be sleeping on the floor.”

His jaw had dropped at what she said, eyes widening as he finally realized. “You’re joking, right?” He inquired to make sure she was actually being serious. She gave him a small shrug, laying her back down on the bed as she looked up at the ceiling.

“I am not sleeping on the floor.” He simply declared, standing up from the couch, walking up to the bed, and jumping on it. A scoff leaving yn’s mouth.

“Then the couch is always ready for you,” She looked back at him, a sarcastic smile making its way to coat her lips, which made the latter roll his eyes with a small ‘whatever’ leaving his mouth.

Nighttime came, with the dull lighting covering the entire room. The small candles lit in the room to make it smell good, the quiet pitter-pattering of the rain drops falling on the gloomy rain-covered windows.

Jay walked into the candle-lit room with his newly washed wet hair. The calming aroma filled his nose as he looked at the occupied girl on the bed. “What are you doing?” He asked, walking up to her with his towel around his neck.

“I’m on my phone, what else would I be doing?” She answered, boredly. Jay quickly snagged her phone, which caused him to receive a small ‘hey!’ and a smack on the arm.

“Give me that back,” She frowned, trying to get back her snagged phone. “What if I say no?” He laughed, answering her question as she stood up, got off of the bed, and tried to get her phone back yet again.

“Jay, I’m not joking!” She whined, leaning onto him to reach for it, which caused Jay to accidentally tip over onto the pillow-filled bed. Her following right after him with a yelp.

The two of them looked at each other in the position they were in, the awkward tension filling the air as they both gulped down multiple times.

As yn got back to her senses, she quickly grabbed her phone back, got off of him, and awkwardly cleared her throat. Jay rolled off of the bed, standing on his feet as he shyly looked away from her, too embarrassed to glance at her. Slowly making his way to the couch.

“Goodnight,” Her light voice filled the nearly silent room, as she fell back on the white-sheeted hotel bed.

A few seconds went by as she received a quiet ‘goodnight’ back from him.

The sounds of the thunder roaring through the night could be heard almost as clear as day. The continuous booming caused Jay to have a sleepless night. His eyes wide open as he looked around, quite terrified.

Each sound made his eyes bolt open. Shivering under his blanket as he tried to block out the rumbling with his pillow, which failed.

So he had only one choice left..

He knew he’d regret it when he woke up the next day, but he needed to sleep and he couldn’t make any rational decisions right now. It was too late for that.

He carefully got up from the couch, pillow in one hand and blanket covered over his shoulders. The soundless pattering of his feet covered with socks hit the carpeted floor as he walked up to Yn’s sleeping figure.

He lightly tapped her arm once, but no answer was given. So he tried again, the second time being successful. Her eyes were half open, and he asked in the sweetest voice he could. “Can I sleep here? I can’t sleep.” He gulped, waiting for an answer. He received a small half nod, immediately crawling on the bed on the other side, and put the pillow down to sleep on.

He slowly snuggled closer to her once he felt as if he was about to fall asleep, letting his arms rest around her waist and pulling her closer to him from behind.

The sounds of the birds chirping and light coming through the thin white middle curtains woke the sleeping yn up. But the unfamiliar feeling of someone holding her close really woke her up.

She shuffled around, trying to see who it was, and immediately shrieked once she saw it was none other than jay.

Jay slowly fluttered his eyes open, rolling back on the bed, only to be kicked off of it. His bottom hit the floor, causing him to groan.

“What the hell you perv!” She yelled, taking a pillow away from the pile on the bed and throwing it on him. Jay took the pillow and threw it back at her.

“You’re the one who said I could sleep with you,” He responded with a deep chuckle, noticing the way her cheeks heated up and immediately tried to hide her blushing state with the pillow in her hands.

AN — SABI FINALLY POSTING LOVE STRUCK??? WE WON!!! Btw I haven't really checked for mistakes bc its night time rn and i need to wake up at 5 am tmrw so 😘😘

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